Over 100,000 people go homeless in NYC every single year. Of those, at least 38,000 live in shelters.
This is a statistic from 2003, over ten years ago. Since then, the number of homeless in shelters and on the street has nearly doubled!
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes feel more kinship with the homeless than with the rest of humanity. Their life seems more real to me because it’s more immediate and desperate. At certain key points of my life, I’ve also felt I was only a few steps away from where they were. As a struggling writer, I may find myself in that position again.
Probably the first thing we can do to help solve this ongoing problem is to realize that, in a very real sense, we are them and they are us. That, at least, would be a start.
I purposefully contrasted the scene of Christopher and Ashley having dessert at Serendipity in Central Park Story Book One with Christopher running into Old As Time, a homeless man who lives in the park, in order to show the seeming unreality of one versus the hard reality of the other.
May we have eyes to see every man and woman as ourselves. Otherwise, the problem isn’t with the homeless, the problem is us.