Twice in the last month I’ve run into people who are friends of mine. They are guys who have celebrated holidays at my house, volunteered at Nightwatch, eaten lunch with me numerous times.
When I encountered them in their new situation, it was shocking. Immediately, my anxiety level went up. I find myself fretting about how we can help them.
One needs medical attention, but has to agree to it. The other could easily live in my basement, if I already didn’t have someone there.
When homelessness hits close to home like this, it really changes our perspective.
And, of course, when it happens to you. . . yikes. I’m told it changes you forever.
