Tonight I saw a homeless girl. She was wearing a hoodie and nothing else, nothing covering her feet, legs, or genitals. It was dark and some distance away so I can’t be sure but she appeared to be a teenager. Her movements were very childlike. She was scavenging through a pile of rotted fruit outside a produce warehouse. She ran off when a man approached her. My heart physically aches.😥
I have way too many firsthand and secondhand homeless stories. It’s bad enough that people will sit and bake on hot pavement with a sign, but then there’s stories like that, far too often…this is such a deeply depraved society, if it doesn’t get better I will rest peacefully if at the very least it burns down and a forest grows out of the ash.
On my way to work I pass by at least two to three homeless people on the interstate and at each major intersection baking in the sun with cardboard signs. It’s horrific how numb one eventually gets to it, seeing it everywhere ever day.