I gave a homeless guy a xanax and it really affected me deeply, I'm never doing that again.

So in new orleans where I am from there are a ton of homeless people, most of them ask for booze and cigarettes. But today I was walking and this man approached me. He was clearly high out of his mind on something but he didn't reek of booze so I don't think he was drunk. Normally I don't give homeless people anything but today something compelled me to ask this guy if he needed anything.<br><br>He asked me if I had a xanax. I didn't know what to make of it. Something told me to give him one, I had a few on me, so I did. I went on my way and it didn't really set in until I was at the grocery store an hour later. <br><br>I felt guilty, why did I give a homeless addict a pill. I felt like I enabled him and I really hope he didn't go get drunk or high on something else after taking it. I thought of all the horror stories of people od'ing on combinations of things with benzos and it really hit me. <br><br>It also made me think about how I used to be a heroin addict. 8 years ago, almost 9 now I was on the streets shooting heroin, and I can't believe I'm where I am now. I felt bad for giving that man the pill, but for a brief moment I connected with him and remembered what it's like to be in his shoes begging on the streets for drugs.<br><br>I hope he's okay.<br><br>Edit:<br><br>Reading your guys comments almost made me cry. Thank you so much kind strangers. I'm going to get more involved with my local community and help people who are in situations I was once in.