As I got older, I remember going to the Chicago Food Depository with my mom and seeing all of the food that they had collected and that was being given out. I was stunned that there were that many people who didn't have enough food to feed their family.
I aged a bit more and now I was moving here and there to various parts of the country and wherever I went there were people in need. When I was 24 years old I worked with at risk youth, many of whom had stories of being homeless and living in their family's car while their parent worked 7 days a week.
The biggest thing that I have learned over the years is that, even though my parents told me not to worry about living in a box under a bridge, there is a very fine line between having the shelter of a home or apartment and being homeless. Losing a job, exorbitant medical bills or a run of bad luck can set into motion the events that culminate in the loss of a home and the security it brings.
There are organizations all over the country that expend their energy and enthusiasm to educate the public about the people who struggle to keep their families together and secure. The faces of the homeless look just like you and me; they are mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins. They are, like you and me because they want to work and provide for their families, they want to go to school and get an education, they want to be happy and healthy...just like you and I.

National Coalition for the Homeless
Homeless Assistance Leadership Organization - Racine, WI
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