06-20-2018, 12:00 AM
And you weree doing what I requested, which was giving me arguements. I was preparing my arguements for FB! 
I just sat and talked with the lady, she could have been anyone's grandmother. I asked her where she was from and listened to her story. I am not sure how much of it was true, but that didn't matter when I was listening to her.
Well, since I am in this forum I might as well tell her story-because there may be some validity to it. She told me she was the wife of an officer that got shot or killed while on duty. She had money for a while, but it ran out, then she became homeless, she followed someone up to WA from CA and then they ditched her-that is when I started seeing her on the sidewalk.
I asked an officer about her once and asked if there was anything more I could do for her. Or if there was a way we could check out her story. I don't recall his answer.
She had a routine down. I would watch her. She would eat breakfast at Fred Meyer-usually someone would give her something or some money, then walk down to the library, and by the evening she would end up in front of our shop. The hotel next door offered her a space in their lobby, and when I asked her about it she said, "Yeah, but with strings". I'm not sure of that either, but like I said, it didn't really matter if I believed her or not. I told her about resources I knew about, and then I would just sit with her sometimes.
I just sat and talked with the lady, she could have been anyone's grandmother. I asked her where she was from and listened to her story. I am not sure how much of it was true, but that didn't matter when I was listening to her.
Well, since I am in this forum I might as well tell her story-because there may be some validity to it. She told me she was the wife of an officer that got shot or killed while on duty. She had money for a while, but it ran out, then she became homeless, she followed someone up to WA from CA and then they ditched her-that is when I started seeing her on the sidewalk.
I asked an officer about her once and asked if there was anything more I could do for her. Or if there was a way we could check out her story. I don't recall his answer.
She had a routine down. I would watch her. She would eat breakfast at Fred Meyer-usually someone would give her something or some money, then walk down to the library, and by the evening she would end up in front of our shop. The hotel next door offered her a space in their lobby, and when I asked her about it she said, "Yeah, but with strings". I'm not sure of that either, but like I said, it didn't really matter if I believed her or not. I told her about resources I knew about, and then I would just sit with her sometimes.