Vagrant… it brings to mind a certain image and that image is often times wrong. I have now known two people who, through no fault of their own, ended up homeless, transient or vagrant.
A son kicked out by his parents was left to wander the streets in search of work and a low rent apartment. It is not easy to find work when you have no address to call home.
Another person unable to work with health conditions. He wanted to move and had to travel little by little to arrive at his destination. Living in a tent city while on a housing wait list.
Both homeless, both great people that needed someone to take a chance on them. I can say both of their stories have improved. My first friend fell in love and has a wonderful family now. My second friend just got the keys to his apartment.
I don’t know why there can’t be more low-income housing or better yet, higher paying jobs. People needing to sleep on park benches and in boxes… using all their money for a waterproof tent… making sure to sleep lightly so as not to be the victim of violence. There has to be an answer. I know there are those that abuse the good of mankind and take advantage. But there are so many who just need a chance. Remember vagrants are people too.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vagrant