While I was at work today, I glanced out the front windows to find a homeless lady sitting outside on the grass. She had a dog, a bag, and a carton of cigarettes, chain smoking her way into happiness. I left work, to find another homeless man on a corner with a sign on how he was a Vet, and how God will bless us if we help.
I really wish I had the time and money to rehabilitate these types of people. I think some do deserve a second chance. However, I also feel that most of these people have chosen this lifestyle. They may have had family trouble, or the simple fact of peer pressure gaining on their lives, pushing them into drugs and other problems.
There is an almost homeless man, close in relation, in my extended family. I'm not quite sure where he went wrong. Perhaps it was the times he cussed out his mom, or bribed his brothers and sister for money, which has continued to this day. My grandma has bought him 2 cars, a motor home, plus hundreds of dollars in food and gas and also has paid his cell phone bill just so she has some type of communication. What was his thanks for all this? Sold both cars, sold the motor home, and cusses her out for not giving him more money.
This guy is 100% able to work. He is an amazing mechanic, and can take a motor apart and put it back together faster than I can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Yet he refuses, and does drugs or whatever it is he does. He has chose that life, when he could very well get out of that horrible lifestyle. I just wonder how many other people refuse to turn their lives around. Perhaps everything is handed to them too often.
I feel bad for sounding so mean and negative. I feel bad that these people freeze on a winters night, when I'm in a warm bed. But I just feel they could change their life around. Maybe they just don't care, or aren't inspired enough to. I don't know. They have a story, and I have mine.
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