As March approached, my teenage daughter and I grew giddy at the prospect of having a place to live that didn’t involve mice, leaky roofs, freezing pipes and the constant shuffle of use required by a small circuit panel to provide heat, hot water and lights.
Homeless Close to Home
You see them standing on the corners, holding a sign that says, “Will work for food.” Sometimes you help, offering a little change, a $5 bill, some coffee or a business card. You imagine the worst possibilities. Is it drugs? Mental illness? Are they just lazy?
The truth is worse.