"You’d meet, say, a cook at a Times Square restaurant standing on the shower line behind the Port Authority bus terminal. He’d emerge combed and shaven in his white uniform and rush uptown to work. You’d bump into a Cooper Union-trained fine artist at the Goodwill Back to Work center in the Bronx. You’d hear from decorated war heroes who could back up their stories with news clippings and medals. You’d bunk down with day traders from out of town who carried two expensive smart phones and an internet tablet, monitoring the market for their way back in. You’d joke around with friendly Africans and Chinese who were just here to build a new life with maximum economy."
—New York City's stealth homeless.
Go read the link, it's incredibly fascinating and also a little sweet.
@cherrispryte Agree. Terrific read. I want to know what happens next!
You know, I actually can spare some change, and will more often now. I could donate some to my local food bank also. Yeah I came down with some genuine liberal guilt and see nothing wrong with that (no sarcasm).
It's so easy to fall between the cracks in Manhattan, I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often. Though if it happened to me (and I've been close, trust me), I'd probably try to keep it under wraps too.
Yes. There but for the grace of friends with couches…
I had a friend on my couch for a few months. It seems this can happen easily…