The thing that kills me is that each of these people was somebody’s baby boy at some point...........why does the world have to be such a pile of crap
Some homeless people have been tossed aside by family, but others have alienated everybody who loved them.
You are right, though that each one is somebody’s baby. My brother was a violent schizophrenic drug addict. The only reason he wasn’t homeless was because, by the grace of God, he secured an honorable discharge from the military, so the VA had to help him, such as they might. (He could go for help at the VA hospital, but they could not force him to stay long enough to benefit from it.) Then, he committed a crime and went to the secure ward of the state mental hospital for the rest of his life.
Mental illness sucks. And “modern” medicine is in the baby stages of knowing what to do about it.
It can be very dangerous to interact with homeless people, but we really are called by God to take the risk or support people who do. What we do for them, we do for God.
I appreciate that line of thinking. I often use that context... at the strip club... Every one of those 19 year old tatted up girls wiggling for dollars was once some daddy’s little princess. Well... these days maybe not, but I still tell myself that.
“why does the world have to be such a pile of crap”
I empathize with you
Yes every homeless person is someone’s child. They all have family somewhere. Good question as to why their families aren’t taking care of them. Perhaps they have mental illness or drug problems which families can’t deal.with???
Every homeless person does have some family somewhere, but there are also reasons why they don’t live with their family members.
We know a couple whose one time “baby boy” is homeless. He is mentally ill but there is no facility that can make him stay because he is not a danger to himself or others. Every few months his parents scoop him up off the streets, take him home, clean him up, bath, haircut, new clothes, feed him and try to get him to stay and get help, but he always takes off again. There is nothing they can do to make him stay. Social workers and attorneys have told them that he is over 18 so free to make his own choices.
His parents and siblings are heart sick, constantly worrying where he is, is he OK and they fear they will one day receive a call telling them he is dead.
Truer words were never spoken.