I enjoy my disney trip too much to worry about how and why other people are there.
I'd rather provide help to more people who need it, then let someone go hungry because of my paranoia. I feel so lucky to have food, clothing and shelter, a good job and a loving family. It doesn't bother me to share. Judgement doesn't belong to me. My job is to love those around me, and let the big guy upstairs take care of the rest.
My thoughts exactly!