One day I went downtown and saw a happy man playing with his dog and he was throwing a toy and the dog was joyfully retrieving the toy. Then I noticed his sleeping bag and money in his hat. I realized he was homeless. Then my mind was flooded with questions: how does he get food for his dog, is he really safe, how did this happen? It’s just not fair.
My Mom works for social services and sometimes she comes home with stories of homeless people. If they need money my Mom gives them support. It’s just not right that some people don’t have homes.