My friend works for one of those NON-Profit men's homeless shelters and he gets paid at poverty level. The Administration feels that they are servants to God and give very little to themselves. He lives in a dump and drives a heap. When we go out I usually pay and he comes to my house to do his laundry but he has a servants heart and has been called to the homeless ministry. The people on the street HAVE a place to go if they want to leave the drugs and alcohol at the door. They have a place to sleep and 3 meals a day and different programs depending on their addiction and after a 2 year program there is placement in the community and a fresh start. For young adults they help them get off drugs and back to school. For FREELots and lots of success stories... but sadly, not enough. Tons of volunteers go help serve at this place every single day.The homeless have to be broken enough to ask for help and want help. There is also a women's & Children's shelter they serve.Unfortunately the mental cases just come and use them for a meal and a night out of the weather and reject the path to restoration. Because they just can't let go of the drugs or alcohol or both. We need mental hospitals back big time.Here is The Union Gospel Mission: https://www.uniongospelmission.org/It is a start.
I may have mentioned this before, but my best friend, when I first met her, was homeless in NYC. She has no addictions, except maybe coffee and popcorn. *L* She had no diagnosed mental illnesses at the time, but has since been diagnosed with severe depression. She had a part time job, a cell phone and a computer that she needed for that job, but it just didn't pay enough for her to put a roof over her head. She basically lived in the Starbucks at Columbus Circle. She went to charities that were supposed to help with housing, but was told they couldn't help her because she was single with no children, and had no addictions that needed treatment. She's Jewish, so she went to Jewish charities, who told her she was too poor to help (she still talks about that one, 7 years later). With the help of her father, who lived in California, she got a one room apartment in Newark, which she had for about a year, until she lost her job and was looking at being on the street again. She talked a lot about suicide, which scared me, because being so far away from her, I couldn't stop her if she decided to do anything. One day, she stopped herself from jumping out a window with the thought of how it would affect the person who found her on the sidewalk. She called someone and had herself admitted to hospital, where the depression diagnosis was made. She was homeless in shelter for 2 years after that. She now lives in low income housing.It's not like she asked to live on the streets, and it's not like she didn't look for help. She did, but was unable to find what she needed, because she didn't fit any of the little boxes that the charities look for. Perhaps if she'd had the depression diagnosis earlier, they may have been more willing to help her, but it's hard to say.