I was up in central London one day, a number of years ago now, when a girl came up and asked me to give her some money because she was hungry. She looked no more than 15, slightly built, grubby and very tired.
I asked her where she lived and she said, ‘Here.’
It shocked me so I started thinking about what I could do. I didn’t want to be part of a society that let its children grow up on the streets, but I was.
I phoned a couple of homeless organizations and they all said the same thing: too many homeless people, too few facilities. Volunteers for the soup runs were expected to stay out all night, which was beyond my capacity, and the professionals didn’t encourage…
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