Homeless in sentence

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So the first day we get to New York, my grandmother and I find a penny in the floor of the homeless shelter that my family's staying in.

Only, we don't know that it's a homeless shelter.

This is a homeless shelter."

My husband Brian was also homeless as a kid.

I'm going to tell you about one more formerly homeless member of our family.

You can pay them a certain amount of money, they hire homeless people and others who need a job to stand waiting in the line for as long as it takes, and the lobbyist, just before the hearing begins, can take his or her place at the head of the line and a seat in the front of the room.

Homeless women used to be invisible to me but I appraise them now with curious eyes, wondering if their stories started like mine.

And for me, I think homeless is the wrong word for it anyway.

And I spent a couple of weeks going around with a social work agency that ministered to the homeless.

And I realized seeing the homeless through their eyes that almost all of them were psychiatric patients that had nowhere to go.

Addiction is real, the elements are real, freight trains maim and kill, and anyone who has lived on the streets can attest to the exhaustive list of laws that criminalize homeless existence.

Twenty-five years ago, when I was a young pup, very optimistic, we wanted to design a park in downtown Oakland, California for the homeless people.

And we said, homeless people can be in the same space as people who wear suits.

People are not going to eat lunch with the homeless people."

Now, 25 years later, we have an even larger homeless problem in the Bay Area.

I couldn't use my locker for weeks because the bolt on the lock reminded me of the one I had put on my lips when the homeless man on the corner looked at me with eyes up merely searching for an affirmation that he was worth seeing.

I will ask that homeless man what his name is and how his day was, because sometimes all people want to be is human.

For over a decade as a doctor, I've cared for homeless veterans, for working-class families.

The Hurricanes Georges and Mitch had ripped through the Caribbean and Central America, leaving 30,000 dead and two and a half million homeless.

So it's a homeless pigeon now and it's going to have to find another place to live, and that allows me to go through my catalog of favorite things, and we start with the tall ones and so on.

Soon he was homeless and 60,000 dollars in medical debt, including a fee for dialing for an ambulance.

And it was Raisuddin, despite being a newcomer, despite being attacked, despite being homeless and traumatized, who belonged to that republic of dreams and Stroman who belonged to that other wounded country, despite being born with the privilege of a native white man.

Or imagine mothers on opposite sides of a conflict somewhere in the world sitting down not to talk about that conflict but to find out who they are as people, and in doing so, begin to build bonds of trust; or that someday it becomes a tradition all over the world that people are honored with a StoryCorps interview on their 75th birthday; or that people in your community go into retirement homes or hospitals or homeless shelters or even prisons armed with this app to honor the people least heard in our society and ask them who they are, what they've learned in life, and how they want to be remembered.

You wouldn't end up homeless.

What if you had to wait until you'd raised all of the money to move into the house, and you were kept homeless whilst trying to save the money to get there in the first place?

As health professionals in our daily work, whether in the clinic or doing research, we are witness to great injustice: the homeless person who is unable to follow medical advice because he has more pressing priorities; the transgender youth who is contemplating suicide because our society is just so harsh; the single mother who has been made to feel that she is responsible for the poor health of her child.

Many of them carried all of their belongings in a backpack to avoid losing them in a homeless shelter.

And it wasn't the glaring inequality that made me want to cry, it wasn't the thought of hungry, homeless kids, it wasn't rage toward the one percent or pity toward the 99.

My third year of law school, I defended people accused of small street crimes, mostly mentally ill, mostly homeless, mostly drug-addicted, all in need of help.

If someone needs to sell sex because they're poor or because they're homeless or because they're undocumented and they can't find legal work, taking away that option doesn't make them any less poor or house them or change their immigration status.

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