I stopped at the Tiger Mart a few days ago, and tried to avoid the guy leaning against the wall (you know the ones who bum for $) When I pulled up had an odd feeling about him. Walked towards the door and heard 'Susan?"
Went back and put pieces together. He was involved with the black powder (muzzleloading) and 18th c stuff here. I have shared campfires, visits etc with him. Last heard, he was sinking with the drugs (from a mutual friend). Lost work/business (had a little locksmithing business), wife (remember when he brought his girlfriend-wife out to meet us), the kids they took in etc.
I went in and got my stuff plus a sandwich and juice for him. He about fell out. He's diabetic and hypertension.
A couple days later saw him and had a couple of old issues of Muzzleloader Magazine for him. He about cried. Never know if it helps to remind someone of a better time, or hurts. With his permission will call to some clinics tomorrow (Monday).
We can only hope and pray that he is ready for a move up from sleeping behind the dumpster. He will need help, (medical, mental, substance abuse ). I am not Mother Theresa, but can drive him to a clinic.
BTW, not giving any $, but can get him a sandwich, piece of fruit etc.
Have any of you had these difficult situations to know the street person. It is heartbreaking.