Don't Cry For Me, is a novel by Daniel Black. It is basically a father, who is dying of cancer, writing a long letter to his son. He explains why he was hard on the son, seeking forgiveness.
There was a homeless guy in the novel. The father, Jacob, is mired in depression. He is walking by a church, stopped to listen to the singing. This caused tears to come to his eyes. Mind you, he was from a generation when men did not show emotions or cry.
A dirty, smelly homeless guy stands next to him, saying the church gave him hope. The guy refused to tell Jacob his name; said no one ever asked him his name. Thinking back, I would say that is basically true of us street people. There were exceptions, of course. A quote:
"We were told what to think ~ not how to think."
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