I've been sitting at my keyboard for a little while now, and my heart is just so heavy. It's rare that I find myself without something to say, but I can't seem to find the right words.
When we first met, I imagined the typical stereotypes of who these people were.
Drug addicts. Bums. Losers who prefer to panhandle instead of work.
When I took time to listen, my world was changed. One of the fastest growing groups of newly homeless people are previously middle class families hit hard by the recession. And kids.
Last night Mark met Sergi. It was his 18th birthday and first night homeless. Looking at his picture, I thought of my own almost-18-yr-old son.
And I want to scream
How can this happen? Where is the rest of his family? Doesn't ANYbody care? Or see how wrong this is?
I don't have the answers. But the frustration churning inside me about the sheer insanity of it all is more than I can bear.
The best way I can sum it up is in a tweet Mark posted this morning.
"We don't need random acts of kindness. We need deliberate acts of compassion"
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