Guardian Angel.

I was walking home from work on another scorching day in the desert. The weatherman claimed it was to reach 115 degress in my neck of the woods. When I walk home, I always pass an alley way that the locals have named, 'Bum Pass.' Some call it 'Bum Canyon.' I prefer the latter. It's not a canyon really. 'Bum Canyon' consists of two walls, a sewer entrance, ketchup packets, and probably about 6 homeless men and women. Usually, the first homeless person I see, I give them my tips for the day from work. Today, it only happens to be two bucks. My guardian angel, gently gliding along near my shoulder, always made fun of me when I did good.
"You know he's only gonna save that two dollars until he has enough money to buy some drugs, right?" Angel said.
"Well, whatever makes him happy. What do I care?" I replied.
"You care a lot. I know you do." Angel said.
"Well, why do you ask these questions when you already know what's going to happen?" I asked.
"Because you never seem to understand why you do it. In my opinion, you were born too late. You should've been walking around with Jesus preaching about God." Angel explained.
"What do you think I'm doing now? I'm walking. I just helped someone. What more do you want?" I said.
"Let's pretend for a brief moment. Indulge me, if you will." Angel said.
"Go on. I'm all ears." I replied.
"OK, you're driving down a busy street. Cars are zooming by. In the middle of the road, on the median, there is an injured kitten. Do you stop or keep on driving?" Angel asked.
"Well, I guess I would stop and see if the kitten is alright."
"OK, so you stop. Now that you've picked up this poor, little, cute bastard, what do you do with it? Take it home or to the animal shelter?"
"I....would take it to the shelter."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm sure there are plenty of animal doctors who know a lot more about the feline anatomy than I do."
"OK, you take the kitten there. The kitten is brought back to full health, gets put up for adoption. But, no one wants the kitten. It sits there for a couple of months until, uh oh, it's time for kitty to go. The doctor plans to put the kitten to sleep due to over population in the shelter. Poor little kitten is soon injected with a lethal dose of pentobarbital. Kitten falls asleep never to wake again. Never again to cheer up the long faces of children who came by the shelter. Never again to play with a ball of yarn. Never again to eat petrified cat food out of a styrofoam bowl. Never again to embrace a full breath of sweet, fresh air. After all you did to help this kitten, it still ends up with wings and in cute, kitty heaven. So, why did you help the kitten in the first place?"
"...I don't know."
"Because you, my little friend, no matter how hard you try to play the bad boy image, do in fact, have no horns, but a shiny, glowing halo above your head that sometimes shines almost too bright."