I met Harold in Seattle Washington, who served in the US Army as a Field Medic during 1968-1972 with the 4th Infantry Division. I found Harold sitting in a makeshift wheelchair sitting in the doorway of a corner store that looked abandoned. He was slumped over, and he was very depressed because him and his wife lost their home and had been on the streets of Seattle for about 2 months. I asked him where his wife was, and he said she went across the street to the food pantry to get them their dinner plates.
His frustration was at him for not being well enough to care for himself. Harold said that once they ate their dinner, his wife would have to push him and their belongings to as he calls it the best sleeping spots. I asked what that meant, and he explained that anywhere that he could have a wall against his back, a type of covering over their heads and protection from those that went around stealing at night.
Harold’s biggest frustration was being able to receive his army check because since he lost his home, he wasn’t sure how he would maintain living. So, I asked did he have any children and he refused to answer that question. I could tell Harold was getting upset and emotional and as I was about to walk away, he just asked for me to pray that him and his wife find a home.