Of all those conversations I wrote about yesterday, the one about homeless and those unable to care for themselves has more to it than I originally wrote. Yes, I am concerned about older homeless citizens that I have been seeing on the north end of our town. I do wonder who looks out for those who are without family or friends. Even citizens who seem to be secure can be in danger should they become unable to make decisions for themselves.
A little closer to home, though, involves a situation with a young woman who showed up on our doorstep two separate times looking for a place to stay. I don’t know the girl. Never saw her before. The first time she rang our doorbell, late in the evening asking for a safe house, was such a surprise to me that I could only think to send her to a nearby fire station. A few evenings later we returned after dark to find the same girl resting near our garage. This time I was better prepared to ask some questions and try to find a solution for her.
Her answers and demeanor gave me pause. I tried calling different agencies such as the police and then a help line but no one could give me a definite answer. The best I could offer was to take the girl to a homeless shelter that is across town. I thought I had her convinced but at the last minute she changed her mind and walked away. She allowed me to pray for her and give her some water and juice before leaving.
The next day I tried some other agencies and one gave me a referral to a place for single women. It’s far from our house. The woman must be there at 3 pm for intake interview with check-in at 4:30. There are only 40 beds and they have been full every night for months. I am not surprised, but I’m not too sure how to get this girl to the place. I’ve not seen her since last week and may never see her again.
There is a need for a homeless shelter on this side of town, but I doubt it will ever happen. No one wants these places in their neighborhood. It is all perplexing to me. I like to find solutions to problems, but this one is way over my head.