I’m going to leave you with one more thought tonight. In my minimal time being a homeless loser, I’ve seen and heard things you can’t imagine. The scope and scale of the issue is absolutely incomprehensible. Most of the people I’ve talked to have no hope, no dignity, and no self respect. It absolutely crushes my soul. The only thing I can do is listen and take a few moments to see them. It’s woefully inadequate. This realization begins incessant intercession. I was almost in tears when a woman incoherently babbled at me and 3 invisible people for half an hour, but, there was a fleeting moment when she was nearly lucid, and I think she was briefly encouraged. I was, at any rate. The neglect and despair is almost a physical assault, and I desperately wish I could be of more use. God knows my heart.