Am I poor?

You know your poor, or at least look as such when your sitting on the ground and people throw you money.

We arrived in Prague a few weeks back. I felt a little tired so I decided to sit against the wall while Mel figured out where our hostel was. The next thing I knew, and old man had thrown me a coin! He smiled, almost showing pity. Never the less I laughed, put the 20 cents into my back pocket and carried on with my day.

Yesterday at a skatepark in Rotterdam some local kids shouted out "are you poor"? At first I was almost offended, but then I looked down and realised I had no shoes on, was sitting next to a plastic bag full of rubbish, my clothes were filthy and I had a joint in my left hand. Today I checked my bank account; they were right to assume I have no money. But as Shakespeare once wrote, "Poor and content is rich and rich enough", and God knows I am certainly content!