Homeless
Down the street from where I work in the mall, there’s a homeless shelter. I drive past it every single day, and I see people of all ages standing about in scraped together clothes, hair matted down with dirt and possibly blood, with no way to make it better for themselves. It saddens me to no end, but there’s nothing I can really do to help them; I’m one missed rent payment away from joining them. I occasionally volunteer down there when I have days off, or when I have early work days, I’ll go down there in the afternoons. I really enjoy sitting and chatting away with the older guys as most of them are war veterans from ‘Nam or Korea. There was one guy who fought in WWII, but he died after I …