My wife and younger daughter and I went to McDonald’s last night.
While we were ordering, one of the guys who used to be in the fancy homeless vets program at the Sheridan Community Shelter came in with a friend.
Need I mention that the director kicked him out of the shelter? Uh-huh. About three months ago.
Fortunately, the guy got shelter through the VA’s domiciliary, which is right across the street from the homeless shelter. Everybody calls it “The Dom.” Kind of makes you wonder why this duplication of services is there, especially since the specialty of the homeless shelter is kicking people out.
Once across the street and in the Dom, this guy is getting his life straightened out – something I was unable to get going with him because the director had her face in the rule book so much, she forgot the guy was a person.
I was so happy for him – he said he is on track, and things are working out with his girlfriend. He looked good, and said he felt great.
The shelter didn’t give him enough time. You have to succeed quickly at the shelter or you get the boot. Fortunately, the Dom is more patient and caring.
This guy is on his way to better things, no thanks to the homeless shelter’s short-sighted concept of care.
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