Public Homelessness Research Paper

Compassion can be defined as “a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for someone who is stricken with misfortune accompanied with by a strong desire to alleviate their suffering.” There is also “the desire to help them and show them compassion” (dictionary.com/oxffordictionary.com. n.p.). Homelessness is a heavy burden to bear. In public homelessness, one deals with the harshness of the weather, the embarrassment of judgmental people, and the feeling of an unsafe environment. For private homelessness, the struggle of not making ends meet and living pay check to pay check not knowing if it will be enough to cover all the necessities in life. Staying in nasty, abhorring, filthy shelters just to keep from sleeping on the floor. Being disregarded
Year after year people are being thrown on the streets and forgotten about. Governments like this only about money and how to get more of it. The fact that trying to fix their homelessness problem will cost them a high percentage of their money, they don’t want to be bothered. Trying to fix this problem could raise taxes and cause cuts in funding and paychecks, and no one is willing to sacrifice anything I the name of improving someone else’s
My family and I were homeless for a total of five years. The first time we were displaced from our home, my mother and father who were working class people who just couldn’t afford the rent. Once displace, we bounced from hotel to motel just trying to keep our heads above water. Both my parents had terrible credit, and having to pay a weekly fare made it nearly impossible to save money for a house. To a 13-year-old child it was hard to accept that even to both my parents have paying jobs, I still was homeless. The odds were never in our favor. We applied to house after house and was continually denied. Then finally after years of hoping around, a house decided to approve us to rent. We stayed in that house for five years living paycheck to paycheck. Never having enough, but always getting by. In the fourth year my father passed away from a stroke. Now a single parent, my mother could not afford rent alone. Thankfully the insurance helped cover rent, but once the money ran out we here back out on the street. At first we bounce from one relative’s how to another, from my mother’s coworker’s house and the finally back to hotels. It hit us hard, but we continually tried to stay thankful. My mother still had a job an even though the money wasn’t enough, it was better than nothing. Even the nights when we didn’t have enough to stay in a motel or hotel, we were blessed to have a car to sleep in. Looking at my