Giver
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Imagine feeling lost and not knowing what to do or where to go. You spend each night in the musky weather on a bench, which you call your bed. As you wake up to the chattering noises each morning you decide which public place will allow you to clean yourself up. When you get hungry, you beg people for change to eat a cheap meal or you search the nearest garbage can. For the rest of the day you sit in the city hoping people will notice you and want to help out. Knowing that you are not judged by who you are but what you are, you realize that most people in society don't understand homelessness, and wonder if the circumstances in homelessness will ever change. Throughout the world it is impossible to count the exact amount of homeless, but it is known to be millions. Every day in cities and towns across the country, men, women, and children dressed in rags walk the streets, often talking to visions and begging for money. Most are carrying plastic bags or pushing shopping carts filled with personal belongings. Sometimes they curl up on a bench or in a doorway under filthy blankets or ragged coats...