Isn’t it so nice whenever we speak of taking care of those craggily bums we see walking out on the streets.
You know the ones I’m speaking about. Those are the ones lacking teeth, ragged clothes, those on foot who might even come up to you and ask for nickels and dimes.
We call them smelly and write about it that way. They smell of urine, alcohol, tobacco and at times, even garbage after rummaging through a dumpster for food and other leftovers.
And While not all of that describes me, I’m out there as well. I have many of the attributes we speak about them. And with me, there is no THEM. It is WE. It is we for I am just about like them.
We aren’t expected to be about to have access to a computer or be educated or knowledgeable. All that is seen about us is that we do drugs (no, I don’t) and I know many that don’t either.
The commonality we all possess is that we at least appear to be destitute. We actually may be, but it is not because of our appearance.
Oprah Winfrey Said at least one thing right: “Most Americans are only one paycheck away from being homeless.”
And she is right. In the meanwhile, much talk about us should be dismissed. If anything, there is a need just like with anyone else for people to get to know us. And after knowing us as people, then you have a right to speak about us. Until then, you really don’t know much about us at all.