I enjoyed your story, mainly because it was only one of handful of such heartwarming stories where a person took the time to care. I was homeless for fourteen years, of my own volition, as I studied this phenomena around the nation for a life experience credit for college. And I discovered that few people even care about why the homeless are homeless. They fail to understand that many times it's a conscious choice of whether to eat and live in a shelter of on the streets or live in a house and starve. Compassion is unheard of in today's greedy fast-paced, self-consumed society. During my time on the streets, I discovered that those who do choose to help, do so for a myriad of reasons, are chief among them are: It's the Christian thing to do: It makes me feel good; or I do it, because one day, I could be in that positon. While each reasons seems legitimate, those who practice serving meals, saying hi, or giving money never take time to learn who and why the person is homeless. You're a very special person, and your story touched a cord in me. Especially when, in today's world, a large percentage of homeless men between the ages of eighteen and fifty are heroes pawns called veterans, who fought for their country, who, live in the street, because the government for whatever reason, has denied them the promised benefits for putting their lives on hold to fight in this nation's worthless wars. And their families don't care, especially since many of these heroes are disenfranchised American veterans. My ex-husband was a Vietnam vet, who sits in a mental institution, the lesser of two evil, the other being prison, because he was: number one; Bisexual, and number two, as he was a Marine his mental capacity was severely taxed from PTSD. We lived together, in Marriage, for three years before a particularly violent episode of PTSD drove him out, first into the streets, and secondly, into a mental facility. Where, if he still lives, he still sits. Why? Because nobody cared enough to give him the help he needed.
At the time I did my study, from 1975-1984 seventy-seven percent of homeless American males were veterans. I befriended many of them, and listened to horror stories from the mouths of those who were there. And this was just men. I learned that many who extend the supposed helping hand, do so, not because they care, but because the church says it's Christian. I met Alex in 1993 three years after suffering from Cancer, and being dumped into the streets because a pre-existing illness clause in my insurance raised the rate beyond my ability to pay for the necessary surgery, and this time, I was homeless for real. I carried it for three years before a Jewish doctor paid for the surgery and three months of follow-up care or I'd be just one of the statistics on record as homeless.
Again, I enjoyed your story, and although I don't normally read non-fiction, I did this time. Your life has been made better because you cared to extend a hand to a brother in need. Thank you. Linda |
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