Letters to the Editor: December 17, 2022

I lived on the streets of London. I ate meals graciously provided by Christian churches, community organizations and government social assistance. I lived at the Men’s Mission, the Center of Hope, the Unity Project. I ate at the Ark Aid Mission. On the rare occasion the shelters were full, I’d hit the crash beds behind the Men’s Mission, always there as a last resort. There was always a bed, always a meal. Read More