A place of their own. A place to call home. A place to lay their head at the end of the day. A place where they can close the door on the great mad world without and chill inside alone and on their own terms.
Instead of finding that, they find they’ve been ripped off. Victimized! Thrown to the wolves! Homeless! Bereft of the one simple thing they were after: Sanctuary.
I can’t turn my back on all that and I absolutely refuse to blame the victims. At some point, we—all of us—have to open our arms, open our hearts, and say that one magic word: Welcome.
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