Have you ever walked out into a parking lot after a ball game and looked around the vastness and not been able to find your car? Or after shopping and walked the rows and been sure you left in somewhere and it was simply not there? I have. It was an absolutely horrible feeling. I had security called. I was sure someone had stolen my car. It turned out that I had simply parked on the other end of the store and when I entered the mall it was foggy and I was confused. But can you imagine how it must feel to walk out and not find your car for real? It happens to people all the time. Their belongings are stolen. They file police reports, describe their belonging, file insurance claims, might actually receive something back.
NOW, try to imagine, just for a few minutes, that the only thing you own is what you can carry and the little bits you have managed to scavenge together to put together as a new ‘home’ somewhere under a bridge, or in an alley, or down a riverbed embankment. It’s not a castle, but it is your home. You spend the days gathering recyclables and working to put as much money together as possible to try and get yourself back off the street. At the end of the long day you go back home. But when you arrive there … it isn’t there. Someone has determined that this is not a suitable location for ‘the homeless’ to live. They need to move on.
So, now I ask you … what happens when the homeless become homeless?
