Last week I blogged about rolling in to work to find a few people milling about in front of the radio station. This morning there were two more, but this situation was a little different. These two guys were fast asleep, right by our front door.
When I pulled up, one of the guys opened his eyes as much as he could to see what the sound was. When he saw it was just my vehicle, he closed his eyes trying to get back to dreamland.
“Morning boys,” I said. “Everything alright?” They both kind of groaned and said yes.
When I got in to the station I thought I’d better give the boys in blue a call. These guys were harmless, but I was more concerned about their safety. They weren’t hurting anyone. At the least, I was hoping the coppers could give them a warm cell and a safe place to finish off their slumber.
Drew Postey came in to work about half an hour after me and said, “Hey, there are three guys sleeping in front of the station.” Three? These sleepers are starting to multiply faster than rabbits for goodness sakes.
It breaks my heart to see things like that. What happened in their lives that lead them to sleeping on the streets? At what point in their lives did they just put their hands in the air and give up?
I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done, everybody deserves a nice warm bed to crawl into every night.
I know the city, and all of society for that matter, has been trying to figure out a strategy to help the homeless.
I do hope they find a formula that works.