Today I met Bernice.
It's funny the way these things happen. I saw this woman stumbling down the street. I was going to continue walking down the alley as I was but found myself pulling a U-turn (on my feet of course). As she heard my footsteps, she turned around and said "Can you help me?" I said, "Yes I can". We walked for a while and talked. She told me a bit about her story but continued to say in between tears and long periods of eyes-closed silence, "It's a hard life".
And now I'm burdened by the question, "What can be done for these people?" They are literally lost, with no place to call home and no place to go. Sometimes I wish I had my own house. I doubt my family would appreciate me bringing over strays for lunch and allowing them to take a nap on the couch after. Bernice seemed very tired and said she can't remember the last time she slept longer than 15 minutes.
Sure I can buy her Combo "A" and a Ginger Ale, tell her she's beautiful, and pray for her as she sobs in my arms, but .... what can be done?
