Beyond Cliche
When we encounter a homeless person asking for a little help on the curb by a stoplight, most of us will offer a little financial assistance and drive on feeling we have done our part. We rarely give them a second thought. They usually fit the cliché we have fashioned of the damaged vet, or the mentally ill, or the alcoholic or drug addict who sleeps on a park bench or under a flat newspaper tent. A while back, however, I had an awakening. I parked near a young woman with 3 small children camped on the curb of a Whole Foods parking lot. She displayed a large handwritten sign asking for help but did not approach me or verbalize at all. She was obviously shy and appeared embarrassed by her circumstances. I couldn't just drop a dollar in the colorful basket she had set out and go about my business. She and her children did not neatly fit my homeless cliché. I was compelled to inquire.