I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Ryan dressed in casual clothes and a loose and thin sweater outside. He was shouting at a beggar, who looked pitiful and lay on the ground.
With a sorrowful look on his face, the beggar said, "Why are you doing this? I just asked you for money, okay? It's okay that you won't give me any money. Besides, I am indeed disabled."
"Are you indeed disabled? Do you look like someone disabled?"
As Ryan spoke, he reached out, intending to pull the beggar up.
Those who would come to the temple were all kind-hearted people. As soon as they saw Ryan's action, they began to blame him one after another.
"Look at you. You're so old. How can you be like this?"
"That's right. What can a disabled man do?"
"You're going too far. It's fine that you won't give him any money. But you're bullying him!"