<p>Is it about giving because you care or getting something for giving?</p>
<p>20 years ago, I was a teen girl who had fled her abusive home. I was backed into a corner because my mother would not leave my father. I don’t blame here, she was a former foster child with no where to turn when her marriage went bad. When I was 14, I ran away and tried to get outside help at a teen shelter, but when my father arrived, he said – “You come home, or get a PINS put on you.” </p>
<p>So I went home and waited until I was 16 and could legally get out. I didn’t do it right away, but I always made sure to have a job. I couldn’t ask my father for anything, there was always a price to be paid for anything he did for me. One day things came to a head, and I had to leave. 2 weeks later, my mom left and went to a battered women’s shelter, but they wouldn’t let her bring me since I’d already left the home.</p>
<p>A friend’s parent took me in briefly, promised to help me find an apartment, but when I did, I didn’t realize it was beyond my means. So there I was, 17, a senior in high school with a part-time job, with an apartment that I could not really afford. Too young to get the gas turned on, no medical insurance, no contact with my mother or siblings, no option to return to my abusive father. I decided that if I had to, I’d live in a box or die first. </p>
<p>I tried so hard to keep up with the rent and go to school, but I couldn’t. One day I came home to a 24 hour notice to vacate. A girl at work said I could stay for a couple of weeks while I got a job with more hours and a cheaper apartment.</p>
<p>One day I was in a convenience store, it was near Christmas, and I only had $2 for food. I kept looking at the macaroni and cheese, then the ramen, then the macaroni and cheese, trying to decide what to do. </p>
<p>I don’t know what this man thought that he saw in me, but this stange man walked up, put $5 in my hand, and walked away without saying a word, without waiting to receive a thing from me even in terms of thanks. Because of that man, I was able to buy food for a week (granted, not the greatest). I will never forget the kindness of that man, and what he gave me was a lot more than $5.</p>
<p>So I worked so much that I missed half of my senior year of high school. I realized that I’d be a dropout, and at the last hour, I went to see the principal, a very imposing man. I told him what had happened to me, and begged him to let me take my exams, stating that I believed that I could pass them if given the chance. He looked at me and said “I don’t have to let you return here, you’ve missed so many days that I don’t legally have to. But if you come here every day for the next 2 weeks, you may take your exams.”</p>
<p>And so I did, and I got my regents diploma. Later when I went on to college, I received a scholarship based on being a graduate from that high school. When I received my doctorate, I looked up my old principal and said “I wanted to let you know that you didn’t make a mistake when you gave me that break. You didn’t have to, but because of you, I went on to college and received a doctorate, and now help others. It wouldn’t have been possible if it were not for you”. </p>
<p>It’s been a long time since I was the girl who had to eat in soup kitchens, who had to boil macaroni in an old fashioned coffee pot, and who had to sleep with an electric blanket because she had no heat. </p>
<p>During the times that I had to use a soup kitchen, had to use a food bank, etc., I never smoked, drank, or used drugs. In fact, I am vehemently against such substances because it is important to me that I control my own life. </p>
<p>As time has gone on, I can now look back on that girl sort of as someone else that I am observing in my mind. But I don’t think that the fear of being hungry will ever go away, and I’ll never forget the kindness done to me. </p>
<p>So when I give anything, I try to do so with no expectation of anything. To give is not supposed to be a transaction of “I do for you, you do what I say”. It rarely effects real change. What does help is for a person who is broken to receive true unfettered kindness.</p>
<p>That all being said, I do have an uncle who is homeless “by choice”, but who is likely mentally ill. Being foster children, my mother did not see him for most of their lives. But my mom frequents a public library and eventually they began to meet there a couple of times a week. She never knew how his week was, just hoped he’d come. </p>
<p>Any effort to invite him to eat with her, get help, etc. was met with resistance. Sometimes she’d give him small amounts of money, but she really could not afford to do so, and she eventually stopped. I didn’t like that my mother was doing this, I suspected that he would spend it on booze. I personally put him in contact with someone who could give him a job and an place to live and he did not take it. He did take some clothes, that’s about it. I just kind of accepted that he could not be helped by us. One day, he stopped coming for months. We checked the morgue, hospitals, etc… Months later he returned to the library. My mother was upset and told him so. He disappeared again. It’s now been over a year. She still takes a bus to the library in the hopes he’ll show up. </p>
<p>The suspected root of his fear of “getting help”? An unpaid tax bill/warrant from when he ran a bookstore. It was only for about $700. But if he got a job, or applied for social services, the IRS would “come get him”.</p>
<p>By the way, most homeless are mentally ill moreso than addicted. The addicted usually resort to crimes and go to jail or end up in county paid rehab, whereas the mentally ill may have the cognition to fear society and live homeless to avoid it.</p>
<p>By the way, can you fathom any circumstance in your life that would compel you to become homeless by choice? I can:</p>
<p>a) Sexual abuse of my child by the other parent and the fear that the Courts would not care and send the child to unsupervised access:</p>
<p>b) Fear of imprisonment, unjustified or not;</p>
<p>c) Disintegration of society to a point that I lost freedom as I perceive that to be. (Retreat to some log cabin, but I’d consider a remote island and foraging for food if I had to).</p>
<p>d) The threatened loss of my children over a trumped up CPS charge (happened to someone I know).</p>