Change To Spare

My mother recently put together two paper bags filled with non-perishable food items, which she aims to give to homeless people, particularly to those who wait curbside on busy intersections. Her idea is that, instead of providing money–which she says may end up being used for destructive activities like drinking or smoking–the homeless person can have food to eat, which will satisfy one of life’s basic necessities. I spied a large cup-o-noodles container among its contents and wondered to myself how a homeless person will consume it if he/she doesn’t have access to hot water or a microwave. Still, my mother’s action is admirable, and at least she’s doing something productive regarding the homelessness in our city, but would it really help?

I have a very divided conviction toward homelessness. Each one has their own reasons or set of circumstances that led to his/her being on the streets–be it due to financial reasons or abusive relationships, among other things. Yet sometimes I can’t help but think that some of these people have chosen homelessness as a lifestyle, that there were responsibilities that they simply didn’t want to deal with, and being on the streets, living off of other people’s charity, was an easy way out. I think this to be true especially of those who appear to be able to support themselves. Why is it that I, who put in my ten to twelve hours a day at work, should feel compelled to give “spare change” to those who I feel should be able-bodied enough to put in even just six to eight? Am I missing something? I’m certain that there are homelessness support organizations that would consider my insight terribly flawed, but am I truly alone with this disposition?

My jadedness is questioned when it comes to homeless children. Did some escape into homelessness from negative home-lives, a choice between two evils? Were some born into homelessness? “Street kids” are very common in downtown Portland, with Pioneer Square acting as a veritable playground and hangout. Mostly male, this group has had a very negative impression on the public, often described as rude and aggressive. I think that they, too, should find jobs–especially those who are sixteen or older–but what of the younger ones? How are they to support themselves? Of course, there are shelters that can help them, but, again, are these truly the answers?

I don’t know if there’s really one magical solution to the homelessness in our city (or the country, for that matter), but it’s random acts of kindness–like the food packages that my mother has put together–that can only help. At least, they should help to fill an empty stomach.