As I sit with four of my best friends in the freezing cold waiting in line for basketball tickets, my fingers and toes feel as though they could fall off at any moment. The difference between how I feel right now and how homeless people feel every night in this weather is that in about 4 hours, when the next shift comes, I will be able to go home. My home will be warmly heated, my bed will have multiple blankets to warm my tootsies, and I will have hot apple cider to sooth my throat. While I’m waiting in the cold because of choice, I doubt any homeless person chooses to sleep in the cold on purpose.
I’m going to write more about my thoughts on our class discussion today, but my fingers are locking up.