What was she supposed to do? She did not have a home.
Bring the word "homeless" up and many people respond with accusations followed with excuses. "If they are homeless they probably deserved it." "What am I supposed to do? If I give them money they will probably spend it on booze."
What was she supposed to do? She was mentally ill living in an era when our country doesn't feel obligated to take care of those who are mentally ill. We see people like her on the street and we: laugh, ignore, turn up our noses, become afraid...
What was she supposed to do? She was simply walking to the next place in life and got hit by a car. Guess what....seems homeless people hit by vehicles are expendable. Seems not many people care. So she was rushed off to the county hospital and basically left to die. Her head had been busted open and they didn't even bandage her up. My wife went to see her. They had shaved her head, cleaned her up.....but her brains were literally left to ooze out. What was my wife supposed to do?
What was she supposed to do? She did not have a place to lay her head.
For five years we let her use our church address as her permanent address. She would come in once a month or so. Sometimes she wanted a room in a motel none of us would be caught dead in. Other times she just came in to get her mail or to sit and rest. Almost always she was pleasant, sweet, smiled, and laughed at our quirks. I saw her two days before her death. She smiled and laughed at me and thanked me for paying for her room. Only thing, she paid for her own room. She regularly gave an offering to the church, not pennies or dimes, but twenty dollars or fifty dollars. She received a little bit of money from a social security check. She was more faithful in her giving than some of the people who are members of the church.
Many times we would roll our eyes and shrug our shoulders trying to pass her off on each other when she came into the church office. "You take care of her this time." Funny thing, the one who took care of her was usually the one blessed that day.
My wife was the one who was called by the hospital chaplain. She was the one with courage and compassion to drive there and visit. Our dear friend died. The doctors thanked my wife. They said, "We are trying to make this more humane. You made it so by simply coming down here in person."
What was she supposed to do?
She had no place to lay her head.
When she finally did....it was too late.