There's this really nice homeless guy near my house who never bothers anyone, never asks people for things, never panhandles, he just goes in the garbage and gets out half eaten food and drinks.
We live in the Southwest desert, where it's extremely hot and dry in the summer, and it can get into the low 30s in the winter with a very dry and mean chill factor. Just an fyi.
I'm trying to save some money to get this fellow a sleeping bag, and hopefully a jacket. Right now he just wears a thin T-shirt and loose pants.
I'd like to get him a sleeping bag, a backpack, and fill it with some essentials like a can opener, some canned food to get him started, a few changes of socks and underwear, and a sweatshirt with a pair of sweatpants he can put on over his clothes when it gets colder out or when he needs another layer in his sleeping bag.
Any suggestions on what I should add?
I've given him water on several occasions, along with protein bars, and he may have mental health issues, and if so, by now he does recognize me as a "friend", and I use the term loosely, as opposed to someone out to get him.
On two occasions, I sat down and chatted with this guy. He's not completely bonkers, but he definitely is not the type that would be able to hold down a job unless he went through some type of rehabilitation program. But that's neither here nor there.
I sat down with him once and chatted for just a little while, but I could tell he wasn't that comfortable so I let him be with his water and stuff and said goodbye and I'll see him around.
The next time I chatted with him was a month or two later. Upon talking, I asked him his name and this young man said, "I don't know," without skipping a beat. I don't know what the deal is about that, unless he's being particularly vague because that's how he protects himself, which is completely fine and understandable with me. He may not be comfortable enough to tell me his name and that's okay. Or he might honestly not know or remember his name. I don't know if this guy has had a major TBI, a brain tumor, amnesia or a mental illness and he doesn't remember his name or may just be off certain meds. All of which I understand. Also, he doesn't know if I'm some undercover cop, sneaky ass social worker, someone trying to get him back to inpatient, or if he has a mental illness he might think I'm CIA, someone trying to get him, whatever for all I know. Whatever his worries may be.
I wonder if he hangs with other homeless people in the tunnels near where I live, or if he has a tent, or something. He seems like such a loner. I've never seen him with anyone else. But I know that's common. I wonder if he has other homeless friends who watch over each other. Maybe he goes by a nickname, or maybe he's a complete loner and really doesn't know his name. I've got no idea.
He carries no backpack, only different plastic bags that people have given him, or he's gotten out of the trash. I give him water and snacks sometimes, not leftovers with my germs on them. I know some people do that, and some homeless folks appreciate it, but I wouldn't want to eat after your fork has been in your mouth and been touching every mouth-germ-covered bite of what's in that container. (However if you have gotten left overs and loved it because it was fresh warm restaurant cooking and not convenience store snacks, please educate me! I am admittedly very weird about germs and sharing food.) start to get him McDonald's or something now that it's getting cold. He does seem to be well fed, which is good. Probably because he is a handsome kid (unfortunately and unfairly looks play a part in a lot of things in life), as well as he doesn't harass or beg. I told him I was going to be back in a month or so to bother him again and maybe give him some more snacks and water, but not too soon because I know he's a loner type. And I told him I'm kind of the same way. We chatted for a while longer. I was cussing and then I realized he wasn't so I toned it down and when I asked him if he swears, and I had to explain it like does he use bad words like fuck and shit and damn, he didn't really answer but I think he doesn't. Then he told me how people trip him out. He said one night he was hanging out just sitting there and some Mexican guys (no offense Mexican guys) had their girls driving with their naked asses hanging out the windows to mess with him. So maybe he does say ass, LOL.
I hate it when people fuck with homeless people or the otherwise underprivileged. Like haha so funny, idiot.
Anyway we chatted some more, and when I walked away I told him I'll see him again soon, and he pointed at me and laughed and said, "Yeah you're going to come back and bother me!" with a smile and a laugh (first time I heard a real laugh from him) like he was clearly looking forward to it. I've gotten him to trust me a little bit I think.
I know I still have to be careful since I'm a woman and even though this guy is not big, he is ripped. Also, the guy looks like he could be a model in a surfer magazine or REI summer edition. And he's just a young kid. I can't really tell how old he is, maybe late twenties and looks really good for his age? Maybe 19 and looks rough for his age? I wish I could get him a steady modeling career.
I'm also in my fifties so I find it really hard to age people nowadays. (Ex: One of my doctors has a P.A.-C and if I saw her in the grocery store, I would swear she's 19.)