|On the streets in Knoxville|
Then something else caught my eye. In the middle of this group of homeless people on the streets in Knoxville was a dog. A homeless dog with homeless people. It may be poetic but it seems so unfair to both the humans and their canine friend!
As I pondered this question we walked back through the area where the group was. They were still huddled together for warmth and for companionship. Someone had brought them dinner. You could tell that they were glad but a weariness was setting in.
Soon, it would be nightfall and time to find a place to sleep. Where do you find a bed if you are part of the homeless people living on the streets in Knoxville? Street people they're actually called, officially.
But behind the titles and the stereotypes are people. Human beings who are without the basic necessities that most of us take for granted. They exist in every city, in rural areas and downtown. They live in my town, your town and on the streets in Knoxville.
|Homeless dinner on the streets|
What are their names? Where do they come from? Do they have family who cares? Or, I wonder, is this a surrogate family; perhaps a bonding of sorts among people with so very little to share.
We went back to to this group of homeless people living on the streets in Knoxville. We hoped to see if there was anything we could do. These answers to my questions remain unanswered. As quietly as they had come the group was gone.