Homeless at Lunch

At lunch, the table behind me was occupied with a group of people talking about homelessness. One of the men espoused the no-sympathy attitude, deflecting each possibility with a firmly held belief. While I agreed with him in principle on a few points (I am not renowned for my compassion), his ignorance on the subject, especially in the case of mental illness, was embarrassing. His companions let the subject drop, because they knew there was no getting past his willful lack of knowledge.

I found his machismo nauseating. I gave a dollar to a homeless kid on the way back to work.

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