**** this world.
I feel sorry for them.. if there is anything i can do, i would do it.. though there aren't many things i can do.. :(
We have a good shelter in town, and I try to help them get to it. They give them a place to live, food, and a lot of help with job skills and the like
Awful and I feel their cold. If I could I would bring them home and give them a room to sleep in and feed them. But reality says we have no room in our house and we can't even afford ourselves. I pray for them though.
i feel bad and sad but then they could get a job..
There aren't jobs. And most are mentally ill!
You think? I know that some of them could, but not all.
I am one paycheck away from being there myself....
I think it is a real shame and think that money that is spend on silly things should go to help these poor people. who are some times judged incorrectly by people. Nobody knows someone's situation. I think just even giving them some change or a blanket is just a little to say you care. There should be more shelter for them.
I feel extremely bad especially if they're living in the Northeast where I'm from or the midwest where it gets extremely cold.
Rage. Pure rage.
Curious why they prefer holding that cardboard sign out in the cold to flipping burgers at McDonald's. I assume they must make a lot more money begging.
Most of the homeless around here have drug and alcohol problems, there are a lot of them and I don't think they can be helped. It is now illegal to be homeless here, but I don't see the city government doing anything to help them.<br />
I've been homeless. But it was summer. I can't imagine being on the streets 24/7 in winter!
I want to take them all home and feed them and give them a warm place to be, but I tried that, with just a few, and although some of them appreciated it, a couple of them stole from me. It kind of makes a person cautious.
For the ones who were grateful and not stealing, it was well worth it. I usually got them in my house, because they were teenagers, on the street because home was unbearable. My daughter was the kind of kid who hung around downtown with her friends, and like me, she couldn't bear to see kids on the street. She'd invite the youngest of them home for a meal, and if the weather was bad, I'd make up a bed or two or three, on the floor and they'd at least be fed and warm.
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