The morning is so cold it hurts my bones. The fog is thick and my breath visible when I see a man. He is cocooned in a coarse blanket on the street, his feet and toes poke out of the ends, around him in black rubbish bags are all the belongings he owns.
I think about buying him a hot meal. A better blanket? Anything. Instead, I do what so many of us do when confronted with a person who is homeless: nothing.
It seems there’s a common idea holding us back: what difference can I make?
According to charitable bodies Mission Australia and Homelessness Australia, your loose change, kind words and understanding that goes beyond pity may have more impact than you know.
