Okay. I'm going to post without pasting someone's quote in here. I've been going after people a bit lately and with some heat, and I'm going to step back from that. For now.
60% of the homeless in the U.S. have mental disorders, usually either schizophrenia or bi-polar disorder. I've posted those stats on MT elsewhere, I believe...a long time ago in a thread far, far away.
Some here say something along the lines of "They need to get a job."
Hire them.
Approach the guy who is standing on the corner in November, in his socks, in clothes that haven't been washed in three years--the guy who is muttering to himself knocking with his fist on the imaginary wall that is enclosing him and keeping him from moving.
Hire the guy dragging his opened sleeping bag behind him, wearing a football helmet on his head backward, who is screaming obscenities to people we can't see.
Hire the guy who says he's seeking Rachel's heart. "The blood is in the heart, the heart's in the stone. I've got to find it!" he says. When you talk to him he'll possibly pull out a lighter and attempt to light his tongue.
These are all people I've seen or interacted with. They're not creations of a fertile imagination. The first two lived in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco fifteen years ago. The third lives here in my home town, and did indeed attempt to light his tongue when I tried to calm him down. I don't know if he ever found Rachel or the blood in the heart of the stone.
Hire them.
When you call them winos, note that on the days they get their government checks they are unusually free of symptoms...and can almost act normal. They've found that alcohol stops the hallucinations. They prefer self-medicating like this to taking pills prescribed by doctors. Paranoia drives that. It goes with the disease. Buying Thunderbird and MD 20-20 gives them a sense of autonomy and control. They don't like the pills.
Hire them.
A portion of the remaining 40% of the homeless in this country are migrant workers from Mexico. Some are Mixtec indians, who speak neither Spanish or English. In the Salinas Valley the newest workers sleep in the wooded sections of Prunedale, or live in caves. I suppose a five by five shack made out of scrap and garbage bags counts as a home to some here, or paying $200 a month to share a garage with ten other people.
Their life expectancy is about 49 years.
I'd ask you to hire them, but they have jobs and met your criteria--and they work harder than anybody posting here. If you want to challenge that, go work with them picking strawberries and try living on their wage of less than $7,500 a year.
See if you last a month.
Regards,
Steve