Last night we had a young woman at the clinic who is
homeless. As often as I see it, I always have such a tough time with it.
There is a part of me that
thinks “I should take them home with me – I have a room, a shower…” Then there
is the pragmatic part of me that knows often the homeless have mental health
issues, and I have to protect my family, myself. But I struggle. As I send yet
another person back out into the streets – with a blanket, with some food for
their dinner and enough for tomorrow’s breakfast – I wonder, am I a good person
doing what little I can, or am I a bad person, sending them back out on the
streets to survive as best they can?
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