Interesting. Sad. Eye-opening. For Lent and because of a calling, Phyllis and her friend, James lived as homeless people on the mean streets of Columbus, OH during the winter of 1999 for 47 days & nights. It was a hard life. They were cold, hungry, afraid, ostracized, treated like pariahs and sometimes like criminals.
Every day was an ordeal schlepping back & forth to different places for meals, water, warmth, bathrooms and showers (or spit-baths), then dumpster diving, panhandling, gathering firewood, finding materials to wrap themselves in and to build a crude shelter with to keep them warm and as comfortable as possible. Even trying to find shoes that fit properly, ones that didn't cause blisters or that were good in the snow. The list goes on and on. Just for the basics in life. They became very resourceful and creative with the materials they had to work with. Phyllis touched on problems of being a woman in this situation, like menstruating, safety and deflecting unwanted attention of men.
Shelters were crowded, noisy, uncomfortable and often dirty and dangerous. This was twenty years ago and the streets have just gotten meaner and more crowded with homeless folks or, as we now say, the unsheltered. People are more jaded and less inclined to lend a helping hand. I live in Seattle, where the homelessness situation has mushroomed in the past 30 years. Crime has increased and many people living on the streets suffer from mental illness and/or drug problems. Certainly not all. The rents in Seattle have skyrocketed. It's scary how easy it would be to become homeless. I don't know the solution, except to be kinder and pressuring politicians to do something instead of just talking and patting themselves on the back for having such a livable city. And not just here. Seattle has the third highest homeless rate but NYC and LA leave Seattle in the dust. There are over half a million homeless people in the US.
Anyway, after all that, it was a good thoughtful and thought provoking book. Phyllis Cole-Dai really delved into her subject leaving no stone unturned. Or unused.