I saw one of my homeless friends at church Sunday. He’s been trying to get off the street for a while, and trying to get help for mental illness. It’s hard to get housing when you have no income, and it’s hard to get help for mental illness when you’re homeless and have no insurance. I knew the odds were against him. But I didn’t expect what he told me next.

This past week, he attempted suicide. He ended up in the hospital, but after a few days, they discharged him. The shelters were full, so the sheriff’s deputy dropped him off “on the block” (the corner of Lee & Eugene, by the shelter), and he’s back on the street again.

I was stunned. Sad. Angry. Helpless. Silent. There’s so much more I could say, but you either care or you don’t, and if you care, you know what I’d say anyway.

So hey, welcome to Greensboro. This is how we do it.

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