September 24, 2012
The Homeless
Today I drove to Santa Maria to pick up
some class materials and to get a parking sticker for my car. While
there, I got gas at one of those huge discount stations. At the exit
toward the main street, a very tanned man with a straggly beard and
unkempt hair stood. His clothes were blue, a pullover blue shirt,
somewhat dirty, and a pair of blue denim pants, also dirty. He held
a sign saying "Homeless, please help."
I don't know anything about this man,
his problems, or how he got to his present station in life. But I do
know that he was a beggar, yes, a beggar. Previous to my return to
the U.S. in 2006, I had seen beggars only in India, an overpopulated,
poor country. But here in the U.S., the richest country in the world
by far, we now have a class of beggars. Is this someone's fault?
Can they be helped? If so, how?
I thought back and the first time I
saw beggars was in Portland, OR, in 1986, during the Reagan
administration. At that time the government closed halfway houses
and other care facilities for the mildly disturbed forcing them into
the streets. Turning a corner my car was intercepted by one of these
and he beat on it, mouthing obscenities.
It's gotten worse since then.