How many times have I passed homelessness on the street? Someone with no home and no money, in the freezing rain or on a bitter cold night? I’ve only ever given out pocket change, but what’s that going to do? A little change could never save me in any money situation, and most of these people have nowhere warm to sleep.
I understand that some choose to be on the streets, but it’s a little hard to believe that when you come across it face to face. People without good clothes in winter, while I complain about freezing in my own home.
Being stranded somewhere is never any fun. I particularly remember having to sleep outside at a transit station when I was nineteen. It was one night only, but it was so cold and I was so vulnerable that I can’t forget it. I can’t imagine becoming accustomed to something like that. And what good are we if all we ever focus on is ourselves?
