Her future looked pretty bleak, she would spend part of the time she was with me venting about her current situation, previous jobs, and her past (I’m leaving out details on purpose).
It was a bit heart breaking to see a near-complete stranger cry in front of you as she mentally accepted her current situation.
I met Emerald near a local coop coffee shop, after some friendly conversation I found that she was homeless and needed a place to stay for the night.
She had been sleeping at her friend’s storage shelter’s cold concrete floor since she couldn’t sleep in her beat-up car comfortably in the winter. You are probably yelling at me in your head, “what the hell were you thinking?
I only give money to people selling Real Change and homeless shelters.
To keep her anonymity, I’ll refer to her as Emerald.
I could go into the gritty details, but you get the idea.
With a whole ~0 to her name, she can’t exactly blow half of it to pay someone to fix them.
She eventually did it over the course of a few days with help for about .
We generally have a bad perception of homeless people.
I’ve had my fair share throughout the US, Canada, India and Europe.