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I met him last week, and his name is Howard.
I do a lot of unconventional traveling, and as a result, meet a lot of unconventional people. To simplify the explanation, I am a hobo as a hobby. I hop trains, hitchhike, and sleep outside. The friends I meet and make are mostly homeless people and others living transient lifestyles - in short, some of the greatest and most interesting people you'll ever meet.
So I rolled into Chattanooga, TN, about a week and a half ago, having just ridden down from Wisconsin. And it was that night that I met Howard.
After trading names and backgrounds Howard started to tell me how he got to be where he was in Chattanooga. Born in Florida and raised in Chicago, it wasn't until Howard met the love of his life that he settled in Dalton, GA.
Howard and Angie lived together, lived a modest but comfortable life, and were on their way to being husband and wife when Angie was diagnosed with cancer.
Angie had to quit her job, and eventually Howard did too, to stay home and take care of his girlfriend. And as the medical bills started piling up and the collection agencies started knocking at the door, Howard and Angie found themselves with their car repossessed, having to either borrow one or take the bus to get to the hospital.
Sadly Angie lost her fight, but the bills were still there and pretty soon Howard found himself with his house also repossessed.
So now Howard is homeless. He walked from Dalton to Chattanooga because he had heard good things about the town, but his first month in Chattanooga he lost 30 pounds and nearly starved because he had no more money, no hope of work, and no idea where to find food and help.
Thankfully for him he met Greg, another homeless guy, who took him around and showed him where he could eat, where he could shower and get clean clothes and help with shelter and finding work.
This is something that happened to a completely normal, hardworking American. He's an honest man, he's always played by the rules, stayed away from drugs and he hardly drinks a drop. But he's out on the streets and who knows when or if he'll get off. This happened because we have a system that treats people's lives like a business decision - maximize profit at all costs.
The role of government is to provide for the common well being of its people, and the action of good government is to provide for its citizens what they need. Our government has utterly failed to do this. We work hard, we pay taxes, and get nothing in return. They do not care about you or me, they do not care about Howard and Angie.
I am sure that Howard's story is not unique, and I should not have to say this living in the most powerful country that the world has ever seen. This goes beyond unfortunate circumstances or bad luck, it is near criminal.
So please, do two things. When you see a homeless person on the street, do not make any assumptions. It could be me, or it could be Howard, or any number of people just like Howard out there. And when you talk to friends, to relatives, when you go to the ballot box, when you go to sleep with a roof over your head or sit inside and watch the rain fall on a stormy day, remember Howard.
I know I'll never forget him.
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