Hand-Up and Desktop

I've become so self-indulgent in retirement, that I've added a "something unselfish" to my list of things I want to do each day, and there are a lot of days I can't check it off as done.

So yesterday I decided than I'd take a half-mile walk just to see whether a postcard to my brother could get there on Saturday instead of Monday, and in front of the post office I saw the woman I'd given a $25 Hand-up gift card to asking for handouts.

"Did you cash in the card I gave you?" I asked her.

"Oh, thank you for remembering me," she said.  "I called Glide."  But no, she hadn't cashed it in.

I asked her what her name was, and she said, "Jackie Robinson" and added something I think I heard as "and I have one hundred and eighteen children and three hundred grandchildren with there on the way."

I then crossed the street and saw Larry, the person I'd really gotten the Handup gift cards for.
Now I've located my second card, and should I hope that he'll be on the street again so I can give it to him?