I'm afraid that after 15 years as a taxi driver I have, of necessity, developed a heart of stone. I'm sure there are many tales of woe I have not yet heard, but I have certainly heard a few only to have the teller accidentally reveal the deception in some way (e.g. produce a wad of cash after claiming poverty). I have seen disabled panhandlers in wheelchairs miraculously healed and exchange places with their equally disabled partners. I am not a total Scrooge, however. I have given free rides to a very few who convinced me they were truly in distress and admitted up front that they could not pay. The two I remember off hand are a man who flagged me down as I was en route to pick up a fare, said he was having a heart attack, and asked if I would take him to the hospital about a half mile in the direction I was going; and a hispanic lady I picked up at a hospital and took home who had been assaulted and beat to a pulp by what sounded like a gang of white supremacists.