When I think about homeless people I get so apprehensive for the future of this country....I don't know how to describe it but there are way too many homeless people where we live and just the thought of them sleeping side by side on the streets make me sad and sullen.Why? why did they choose to become homeless or did they even have an option? Some nights when we leave a place after a few drinks and with full tommies, I think of them and the fact that I have done nothing to make a difference, and  I have been approached by them so many times these past few weeks and it's appaling to be asked for help and not giving anything in response, sometimes I only smile back and I wish they could have a better living, but I have learned we are completely in charge of our own lives and we have to make it right;I refuse to help them financially because it's just a bandaid on an infected wound. But what can be done?I'm sure God never wanted them to live under the downtown bridges in destitude, so are they confusing the concept of poverty or selflessness and sense of belonging? or are they mostly the vets with PTSD?Have they never had great expectations from their lives? I think our country needs many reforms, and one is to understand the psychological chain of thoughts and misconceptions related to homelessness and should offer incentives to use their energy source.I read an article about them just recently which said:"If we all can start befriending just one homeless, this worldwide problem will be gone because we outnumber them! For every one homeless person, there are over 70 of us who are not. Can you be one of the 70 people to befriend a homeless?",atleast we can give it a shot. Maybe someday I make a documentary on this.