I first met Elaine at the Glendale Winter Shelter. She is a very sweet, older woman who has lived on the streets homeless for 20 years. At the shelter, she would come up to us and ask that we help her friends. She never asked for herself, but for those she felt were hurting worse than she was. She was always kind, polite, and never once was a problem to anyone. As I spent more time with Elaine, I noticed she would be kind to people who were not kind to her, always saying “thank you” even when people were turning her away.
The Glendale Winter Shelter closed early this year, leaving around 150 homeless people with no place to go. Around three weeks ago, I was in the PATH Achieve outreach van when we noticed Elaine sleeping on the sidewalk. Near the end of a winter shelter season, we try to help those who are in need of housing the most. Elaine was at the top of our list. She is somewhat naive and can easily be taken advantage of on the streets. There was some money left to hotel voucher a few people while we tried to plug into services. We had tried earlier to connect with Elaine, but it didn’t work. This time she said yes, and we drove to the hotel.

Immediately we noticed a night-and-day improvement. Elaine’s hygiene improved. She was washing her own clothes. Once she had a little dignity, she was like a whole new woman. At first, we didn’t know if she would stay, but she adapted well and started to even ask, “Can you get me a house?”
I remember grocery shopping with her the very first time. She wanted Hawaiian Punch, but didn’t want cups. She said, “I’m homeless, and I usually drink out of the bottle. I don’t want you to spend money on me.” That wrecked me, and of course we bought her cups to use.
Elaine is disabled and cannot work. She receives a little over $900 per month from SSI, but she cannot get food stamps. The hotel voucher money runs out in a few days and she will be back out on the streets, homeless! Section 8 housing is frozen indefinitely, Homelessness Prevention and Rapid Re-Housing Program (HPRP) grants are not for chronic homeless, and there is not enough Shelter Plus Care funding to help her (or the thousands like her).
In desperation, a co-worker started to look for low income housing. The lowest we could find is $700 a month for an unfurnished single. We knew it would be a stretch. Living off $200 a month for everything but housing is crazy, but she is a senior and can eat daily at a local senior center, and we would be there to help. Now we needed to come up with security deposit for her to move in.
We had been looking into grant assistance that we can sometimes get for move-in expenses, but all money had dried up. I put out a ‘Hail Mary’ tweet on Twitter, and in no time my good friend David Ruis and the Basileia Community offered to help. You’d think raising money would be the hard part.
We started to fill out the rental application, drove to the Social Security office to get proof of income, and then proceeded to the property manager’s office. All afternoon you could tell Elaine was excited. She kept asking, “When can I move in?”
We arrived at the office. The girl at the first desk started to look at the application and then asked for last known address. We all said in unison, “She’s homeless.” I wish I could have taken a photo of that woman’s face. Her jaw dropped and clearly she was shocked. Right then and there I knew we would soon get an “excuse.” The obvious one was that Elaine’s income is not three times higher than the rent. But this is a month-to-month lease on an apartment complex that should be used to the type of people who have very low incomes.
My favorite part of that horrible moment was when the lady who gave Elaine the excuses somehow had to run out the door to leave for the day, Elaine said to her, “Thank you very much for trying to help me. It was nice to meet you.”
The lady before she abruptly left handed everything to another girl in the office. This second woman seemed very nice, but said she would have to check with someone else. (There were several backroom meetings after we walked in.) She took my co-worker’s credit check deposit money and said she’d get back to us. We never heard back from her, or anyone else at that property management company.
I know first hand how hard it is to go from homeless to housed. Luckily, I am a fighter. But for the thousands of sweet, innocent seniors now homeless there really is very little hope. I cannot tell you the ending to Elaine’s story, or even my own for that matter. I am 49 with no assets. There is a very good chance I will spend my senior years on the streets because there is very little affordable housing for seniors, and even with government assistance I will not be able to afford housing.
Housing alone will not cure homelessness. We must also be community conscious. Elaine would rather live on the streets where she has social contact with people she knows than be housed in a different part of town.
I honestly don’t have the answer here. I sure wish I did. In a day or two if we cannot find low income housing for Elaine, I will be one of the team that drives her back to where we found her on the sidewalk. Imagine dropping your grandmother off to sleep on a sidewalk.
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As I started to see homelessness as a public safety issue, I also started to feel for the people living in these camps. They’d have to move with nowhere to go. The one man who was ‘home’ didn’t want to go on video. He told me his story, and it broke my heart. He didn’t have any place to go, and I could feel his fear. He pointed at a twelve-pack of empty beer cans, telling me that was what had ruined his life. He couldn’t stop drinking no matter how hard he tried, and he had lost everything. He had lost his job and his family, and now he was out in the cold with no place to go.
This is a section near the jail that is basically a large room with mats on the floor and a few chain link fences for separation. There is no official booking. A breathalyzer is given, and the person is then allowed to sleep until the alcohol wears off. I was told many of the “inebriates,” as they are called, blow a .30 or higher and are still functioning. Unfortunately, this system is nonstop and far from a real solution. This man we brought in had been there the night before, and would probably be there the night after, and so on.


Ed is one of the most interesting people I have ever met. He once owned 20 liquor stores and now runs a nonprofit called
Ed drove us around trying to visit camps. During the day no one is home so we didn’t meet anyone at the 2 camps we visited. I did have the honor of meeting Bernice on the side of a busy road. She has severe mental illness and was extremely grateful for the gift of socks and gloves. Thanks to all of you that helped support this trip for making that happen. Special thanks to
I ran over to see if he was ok and Ed followed. The man was barely conscious and mumbled something about his back. Ed called 911 which is the right thing to do. Left alone in the snow this man probably would have died. The police arrived quickly, but by this time the man had gotten up and had stumbled around the corner only to fall down in another snow bank. The officer loaded the man into a police car and I am told this is called a ‘sleep over’ where drunks are given an overnight stay.


