With the constant change of weather: rain, cold, frost, I always feel very fortunate to have a roof over my head and a warm bed to sleep in as well as food. Sometimes I look in the fridge and freezer and say, "There is nothing to eat." There is plenty. I have been accustomed to continuously having a variety of food available.
When the house is cold, instead of putting on extra clothing, I put the heating on. Sometimes, to the point that the rest of the household is too hot.
I take my 'basics' of heating and food for granted and always have to humble myself when I see or think of the homeless people who do not have the same luxury. Whatever the weather, being homeless is a very traumatic experience and I believe this is especially so during the cold and unfriendly weather at this time of year.
It is very easy to judge a homeless person – they are not all addicts of one kind or another.
The scary thing is, it could happen to anyone.
We have come dangerously close to accepting the homeless situation as a problem that we just can't solve.
Poem reference: Things that make you go hmmm... – The Treader