It can happen to anyone of us… I was the kind of person who went into a fast-food place and ordered two hamburgers; one for myself, and one for the woman sitting on the sidewalk outside. I was the one who made sandwiches for the guy who went through the dumpster outside my apartment. I was the girl who, when I was about to go on some crazy new diet, would clean out my entire kitchen of food, and take it to the homeless guys next to 7-11 down the street…
We’ve all been exposed the seemingly growing population of homeless people, wherever we go. From small towns to big cities, they seem to be everywhere now. As we rush off to our jobs or appointments, we see them sleeping on bus benches, wandering around aimlessly on the streets, and panhandling in front of what seems to be every establishment we enter. We’re amazed (and sometimes amused) by how dirty and disheveled a human being can allow themselves to get. We might even be humored by watching someone carry on a lively conversation with themselves, although we are not completely oblivious to the fact that they suffer from a serious mental illness. It’s also not difficult to reason that some of them have an obvious substance abuse problem. They come in all different ages and colors; some are teenagers with purple hair and tattoos, some are old men with decades of…
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