Thank you Joey for two incredibly moving photos. One of the people I adored most in this world was homeless: my mother. I lived with her on the streets in Oakland for a few years when I was supposed to be attending elementary school.
We met many homeless people during those years. Somewhere along the line I heard a quote that stuck with me. I remember it as "A successful man can never know how hard an unsuccessful man finds life."
I remember how many homeless from those years had been sergeants in Vietnam, students at Cornell, mothers who adored their children. I remember the bonds some of them formed with their dogs. I remember the nuns and priests from the Catholic Church who fed us on Thanksgiving, who didn't judge us. I remember city and state social workers who treated mom with such kindness. I thought they were angels. I remember the librarians who let us in to check out books even though we were filthy. I remember every day having to collect cigarette butts on the sidewalk so mom could have some to smoke. She couldn't kick the habit.