Below is the NYC weather report. As I sit at my computer with radiators blazing away and protected by new sealed windows, I still feel the chill and hear the whistling of the wind.
I wonder what will happen to the homeless who are about to be expelled from our overcrowded homeless shelters to face this day on the streets.
Our news reports today are about good things — crime and murders are down in our town this year. People are out taking advantage of sales, etc., etc.
But our employment rate is bad — particularly for African American men. Some buildings are not that well heated, even if one still can remain in one.
I guess that we live in the only industrialized democracy that does not do a number of things for its suffering ones. Were I younger and well enough I would join my next door neighbor who works with the homeless at a neighborhood church. I hope some of these are opening their doors here in NYC. I do not read about it, if they are.
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Partly Cloudy
Feels Like:
25 °F
Barometer:
29.82 in and rising
Humidity: 37 %
Wind: WNW 17 mph
http://weather.yahoo.com/united-states/new-york/central-park-23505566/
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“A war is just if there is no alternative, and the resort to arms is legitimate if they represent your last hope.” (Livy cited by Machiavelli)
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Ed Kent [blind copies]
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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackEd, I don’t live in NYC but I too worry about the homeless in my hometown. I drive by and see them huddling between buildings, holding up a sign asking for food and my heart breaks. I’ve helped those I could with food and clothing when able but I don’t have the means to help many of them, much less all of them. I live in a fairly small town (especially compared to NYC) and am amazed at the number of homeless I see. Years ago at a past job there were actually homeless folks living in an overgrown area back behind our building. They had fashioned plastic, cardboard, car parts, etc., into a small dwelling. It saddened me to see them looking frail and miserable. However, I did note they made a daily trek to the liquor store. I learned then not to give them cash but food instead.
I often wonder what happened to them, what their stories were and how they found themselves in the shape they were in. Was it drug and/or alcohol related? Mental illness? Or just really rotten luck?
I hope each of us will do our part! We may not think it is much to give a meal, a sack of groceries or some unused clothing to these people but to someone who has nothing, it is everything. Thanks for taking the time to write about these unfortunate souls. God Bless
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