Homeless People Bother Me - People Watching Season 2, Episode 3 

I know George is a fictional person, but I hope he's ok.

Really late comment, but back in college, I'd walk past one of the big hot spots for homelessness in Boston every day on my way to work. I ended up chatting with one man in particular who would always tell everyone to have a nice day and spent a dollar to get a Santa hat a Christmas time to cheer everyone up. One day, after almost a year of daily chats, I found him missing from his usual corner. I asked around (the other homeless people in the area keep tabs on everyone to make sure people stay safe). They thought he may have been picked up for fighting and gone to jail. Two months pass. Out of the blue, my friend shows up back on his usual corner with his Santa hat. Turns out he'd managed to get an apartment and a job to pay for it. He decided to come back to the street corner for Christmas time because it had become a tradition of sorts for him. I was so relieved. The last I heard he was really turning his life around.

"The only difference between me and the homeless is my parents money" is the truest thing I've heard in my whole life

“I know I’m not supposed to have preferences” That hit me. People are still people. Don’t be mad if you offer a snack to someone homeless and they say no.

I remember once I was in Chicago. I'd just checked into my hotel and stepped out for a bite to eat. Down by the corner was Mike, a homeless man offering to show people around the area for some change. I asked him where a good place to get a sandwich was. He walked me down the block to a great shop where I had the best Italian beef sandwich I'd ever tasted. I gave him a five and ordered one for Mike too. He broke into tears. It wasn't the money or the food. He hadn't spoken to anyone in days beyond asking for change and pointing people toward somewhere to eat. I still think about him. I wonder if he is okay. I wonder if he made it through another Chicago winter. Mike, wherever you are, I hope you found someone to talk to.

Hate homelessness, not the homeless.

There used to be a homeless man in my neighborhood when I was little, and he herd it was my birthday from my friend and gave me a gold coin, he was friends with everyone and even our parents and we all trusted him. We found him dead one day and sometimes I ride my bike by where he always sat and cry because people like him don’t always exist, he was so selfless and happy. Even with nothing in life.

the end reminds me of the guy who basically lived next to the train station. i'd see him everyday when i was little and he was the NICEST person ever. i didn't have much money as a child so i'd usually just split my pocket money with him or share my lunch, but then he'd start to buy _me_ sweets and stuff with the money they gave him ahdhdh he also would always smoke and drink a coffee with my sister in the morning before she had to take the train go get to work. he was literally the most chill guy ever.. but one winter he froze to death and i remember bawling my fucking eyes out for weeks. it was even on the newspaper because he was so popular among our area. he was just a sweet guy.. trying his best to make other people happy. i seriously hate going to that train station now, just.. seeing the empty spot, even though more than 10 years have passed

The mystery hobo strikes again, teaching life lessons and then vanishing into alleys.

Been homeless for a couple of months. It changed my perspective so much. I my new job tomorrow and couldn't be more grateful. Everyone deserves a chance in life.

Do people actually get annoyed by a quiet homeless person just sitting and minding their own business? Why?

I love that they refused to give the reason why he was homeless. I hate that I related to the main character's anger and frustration. Of being in a minumum wage job and feeling like they are going nowhere despite working so hard. She wants to take it out on people weaker than her simpler because it is easier. We all forget that the 1% are screwing us all.

"We will literally hire anyone who can put on a hat" Lol those of us waiting for callbacks beg to differ but go off sis

We interviewed a homeless person for a project he looked like he was 15 or 16 never had time to ask what his age was but his name was Kiel. His story was his father died a short time after he was born and his mother was taken by another man and then they abandoned their children. They were 6 siblings 4 guys and 2 girls he was the youngest. Their sisters ended up becoming prostitutes at incredibly young ages just to get by. They don't just stand there like you think this guy he was on his way back from a job he did which was a sugarcane harvester. He said his house which he described as being the regular trash house made from planks and metal and it had a thin blanket as a roof. He said it was a 6 day straight walk from here to there and he said he wasn't being lazy he was just tired after walking for the entire day and since he has to return his money and share it with his siblings he doesn't spend it on hotels or fancy food. I have deep respect for him because i can't even bring all my money with me without spending it and he had 250$ from working and still refuses to spend it even if he was cold and hungry. We got him food and water enough for a day and we never saw him again. He never comes back to the place we saw him so his story must be true. Sometimes i wonder if he's alright. It's been 5 years since the last time i saw him and i still live in the same city and the last time i saw him was that interview

-You look normal to me -Well, I don't feel normal Having the trans guy walk past when he did certainly wasn't a coincidence

Oh god I hate people who say “get a real job” when you have an actual job, but they think they’re better

Am i the only one that when i look at a homeless person and feel sad because im broke too specially if its an old person who i know cant work.

This is a great story about how we need respect each other. To always recognize each others human dignity, even in the most unfortunate of us.

This story breaks my heart to tell. But I feel I have to say it. I was 21 and addicted to cocaine when I moved out of my parents home. I was at a gas station and had locked my keys in my car. A woman and a man, both homeless, came up to me and helped me get my keys out. I offered them a ride and then agreed to have them as roommates. I was young dumb and impulsive with trauma littering my background. They turned out to be druggies as well and used TF out of me until they introduced me to Marvin who would drug me and rape me. I quickly got tf out of there and moved back in with Mom and Dad. Moral of the story, there is none. Quit having these preconceived notions about homeless people in general. Everything is situational. I also knew a guy who was super nice and amazing and homeless. Had schizophrenia poor thing. Just goes to show, generalizing people is ridiculous toxic and unhealthy and that's all I've seen in this wasteland of a comment section. Grow up people. We are all people with different personalities struggles and tribulations. Stop generalizing.

God this makes me depressed. Gotta appreciate the people in our life.

I never understood why people got angry at homeless people, try sitting down and let them tell you about their life. I can almost guarantee you'll leave with more than you came with.

Homeless people should just buy houses like the rest of us.

Maybe I'm interpreting the moral incorrectly, but I don't think the message is as deep as you think it is. "Appreciate those around you - even if you're bothered by their presence - because you'll miss them when they're gone." There are loads of people whose mere presence bothered me to no end. They are no longer in my life and I have to say, I can't remember the last time I spent _any_ amount of my day waxing nostalgic about our time together. I think a better message would have been: "If you find yourself bothered by someone's presence, the problem might not lie with them, but might, in fact, lie in your preconceptions about that person."

I've always been sympathetic to homeless people ever since I was a little girl, and I saw a man living on cardboard on the streets of London. I felt immensely bad for him, and everyone turned away and ignored him, and nothing would ever change. When I was 17, my friend had a job at Subway, she told me that they don't let homeless people use their bathroom anymore because someone smeared shit on the walls. When I later got a job at Subway, a woman came in asking how much the pennies in her hand would get her. A man in a business suit rounded on her for cutting him in line, she was apologetic and shrunk back immediately. It made my skin burn. I bought her a sandwich because nobody should have to put up with that, homeless or not. I've seen the crazies talking to themselves, holding lighters into the air and whistling, and I've seen normal people who are just trying to scrounge up some cash for a square of cheese. No matter how they got where they are, we shouldn't take out our aggressions on homeless people, we should be angry at the systems that put them there, and keep them there. How are there homeless people when America has empty homes? It would be easy to create a group home, which allows homeless people to stay as long as they are applying for jobs. This would give them a place to sleep, and a place to shower and shit, oh and an address to put on their job applications, which is a vital first step to getting a job. Not all homeless people are saints, but neither are home-owners. There are extremes in both groups, and to paint everyone with the same brush leads to extremism which is good for no one.

Thank you for putting the work on this.

I miss cracked too but can we appreciate how phenomenal people watching is?

“And if there’s another lesson, it’s that if you think a person’s continual presence bothers you… well, it’s probably nothing compared to how bothered you’ll be by their continual absence.” Great line.

Being homeless isnt a choice

Rehire everyone, Cracked. We will just pretend it never happened

I'm currently homeless and this brought me to tears. I reconnected with a friend of mine from my hometown and she's gonna down here this Thursday and take me back home. I'll still be in a shelter, but at least I'll be home. I'm really excited for this new start.

I was homeless for a very long time and had nobody ...no parents or family... I survived...this video really touched me near the ending...

Anyone else see Candy still riding that bus of loneliness 4:22 ? :(

The biggest problem our society faces is not that one group of people has more or less than another. It's that we devide ourselves into groups to begin with.

There’s a homeless man who sits outside my work (I work in fast food) and after my shifts I always bring him a meal because otherwise it’ll get thrown out. It’s so hard to see such an educated guy forced to live on the street.

Omg. He really hit the nail on the head, “ the only difference between me and homeless people is my parents money”.

Buy some cheap gloves, hats, and blankets and keep them in ur trunk to give out. during winter, people die from hypothermia. It's a cheap and helpful thing you can do for someone out in the cold.

Man talk about serendipity. I just moved to NYC for college and I actually passed a homeless man on the way back to my dorms and when he complimented me on how my scooter and tshirt matched I actually stopped and chatted with him because I had already planned on trying to befriend the local homeless population since I considered them part of my new community. He was nice guy and I'm glad I decided to just give him some company. Then I come back to find this video on my dash and it all feels kinda too coincidental to be real.

The hipsters of today are the conservatives of tomorrow. Same thing happened with hippies.

Looking for a job... have no money, no skills, no vehicle, no change of clothes, and no ability to bathe or shower. Also I have a dog... he's being homeless with me. My only companion in this cruel world.

"My strategy is to literally be poorer than them and yet I'm always the person they ask." 🤣

My father grew up in grinding poverty during the Great Depression. When walking past a homeless man he said, ""There but for the grace of the universe, go any of us. " He was correct.

My sister just tried to take her own life. Sometimes its hard because we both are near each other 24/7 while trying to get a job and apartment; but, I don't want her out of my life forever. I Just want her back home and we can play overwatch and bullshit again together. *in response to last line*

There was this homeless person that would always be around our high school and he would always ask for money politely as in "Hey kid. Can I ask you something?" and most people would either ignore him or just say "No change, sorry.". Some would get mad or annoyed, but a very little percentage of them would actually spare a few. I would give him money from time to time, not always. One of the times we encountered he said that he needed it for bread just to later on see him with a cigarette in his mouth. Isn't nice to feel that. I didn't like that he lied to me and many other people probably, yet I still kept giving him some money when he asked. My family isn't rich, we barely get by sometimes. They raised me well and I know I need to put myself in another's shoes sometimes, but I hate that these people lost their hope and what I hate even more is that I don't know how to give it back to them. Just a bad feeling to feel.

This hit so hard for me, because I went through something so similar. Back in middle school, I was an office aide for the front desk. Running errands, telling teachers to do their attendance, things like that. There was this girl, we'll call her Melody, who annoyed me so much. She had some mental problems, and while I wasn't annoyed by them, I was annoyed with what she did because of them. She'd repeat the same thing over and over again from this show. She obsessed over this character and made crude jokes. She was always getting into drama because she would jump to conclusions. So, I started to read as a way of ignoring her. She did things like calling me boring or covering my book. Once she even snatched it out of my hand. So, I had enough and lashed out. A week later, I said sorry, and started to try and be nicer to her. We started becoming pretty good friends. And then one day, she wasn't in the office. I waited. Nothing. Another two month passed by and I wondered if she had moved or something. Then, one of the front desk ladies told me Melody had died a couple weeks before. I was devastated and everything I had ever said to her started ringing in my ears. I didn't accept any errands that day and just started at the clock, waiting to go home since my shift was during the last period. This video brought all of that back. And I dont know what to feel. It's been 3 years since then. I still miss her in all honesty. While she was needy for attention, she was fairly fun to talk to. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I just wanted to share my experience and show how things like this could happen to anyone.

Sounds about right: finally get to know someone and they just leave. Change man...change

I just smile at them or nod. I think they sense I'm broke. Anywho I wrote a paper in school on upward mobility, the wealth gap and class disparity in American society. It's shocking how many people are considered "working poor" these people are employed, sometimes they have a couple jobs and depending of the cost of living where they live, they may still find themselves to be homeless or living in a car. It's truly shocking that we are a so called first world country where elderly people go to bed hungry every night and people with several jobs are homeless.

I used to give this homeless man some change every time I saw him, which was every Saturday. One day he asked for cash and I said I had none because I was unemployed student who always had little cash either way. He started hurling insults and threats to me. After that, for years when I passed by, I never so much looked at the man when he asked for money just like everyone else. Some people just suck. Years later, I occasionally gave this homeless man cash until one day I said no ( I was broke) and he followed me across two streets all the way into a shop, demanding cash where the shop owner chased him out. I decided not to give him anymore cash after that. I had an accident where I hurt both my legs and I can barely walk now. The man cornered me at a wall demanding cash one day. I was so scared and my legs were so much pain. Some passerby chased him off. I only give to children because of incidents like this.

80% of people in America live paycheck to paycheck

Kind of getting a different vibe from this season. The last one felt more like overarching and universal concepts of thoughts and inputs, with teases of the characters actual lives and details. This season seems to be going backwards, with their daily life leading into the discussion. I don’t know, I feel like the first season was more tacit about characterisation, while this one is going to show more of their lives. And I guess some obligatory comment about cracked being dead? Its like beating a dead horse/RU-vid channel with a stick at this point

I know it's not perfect but every time I'm in the U.S. I end up feeling so thankful for the social welfare system in Sweden. Not that we don't have homeless people, but a lot of people who would have been homeless in the U.S. (those with mental illness, addicts, people suddenly out of a job) have a system to fall back on and don't end up on the street because something goes wrong.

I used to struggle with going between anger and guilt when faced with people asking for change. It was frustrating because I felt like I was paying people to go away and I resented it because I was working hard and struggling too. Finally, the solution I came up with was to address the reason I was angry, namely giving money to nameless people for it to be more comfortable for just a fleeting moment, and feeling taken advantage of, but also feeling badly that there might be someone who really needed help, whatever form it might take, and ignoring them because of the anger and resentment. The answer was to make a simple rule for myself, where I would not necessarily make it absolutely no handouts to anyone, but ONLY when I could actually take the time to introduce myself, and get their name, shake their hand and try to make it a personal thing that had more meaning than just throwing change at someone at a stop light. It would, I thought, make it less of a guilt trip and more a real interaction with a real person, not some lump of nobody. That turned out to be much more rewarding, as each person I did get a chance to talk to made a lasting impression, had an effect on my own day. Most significantly, was a gentleman by the name of Kim, who happened to often be by the gas station that was closest to my house. I had seen him there before, but when I had my new approach, I asked him his name and introduced myself and shared a few words when I handed him a couple of dollars. My goal also was to only give FOLDING money, too, but sometimes I found that I might be a bit hard pressed for cash myself, and still be able to afford a few coins. Such was the case the next time I saw him, when I was also down enough on my luck that I would have to be leaving my rental and doing the unthinkable last thing I ever wanted to have to do: move back in with my mother at 30. It felt like a failure and so un-adult, but I realized that it was more responsible to do that than continue to go deeper in debt without having the income to keep up my rent and bills. I had lost my dignity and my independence, but I still had my car, and when I saw him that day I had all of 35 cents to my name. But seeing him made me realize that I DID have my family, and my car, and a place to move home to where I was welcome, which was clearly more than some people. I gave him that 35 cents, which was all the money I had in the world and wished it could have been a little more that I had to give. The third, and last time I saw that man happened to be on Christmas morning, and I was no longer living near that gas station but happened to be in the neighborhood and had stopped at the grocery across from it. I saw him walking across the parking lot, and as he came towards me, I greeted him with the cheer the season had brought upon me, saying, "Merry Christmas, Kim!" I don't even remember if I even had any money to give him that day, though it didn't even matter if I had or how much because what I gave him was something that money wouldn't buy. He looked up at me, agog with surprise, mouth a wide open circle of amazement, just like his eyes, before they began to tear up, and his voice was a whisper of wonder, and slightly unsteady as he stammered in disbelief, "Y-ou... ? ...You know my NAME." I said, "Of course. It's why I asked it, so I would remember who you are." It really struck me how much disbelief there was evident in his reaction. I wondered how long it had been since someone had seen him as "Kim" rather than just as "him" there. There was so much awe and emotion in that realization that someone, SOMEONE out of all the people that looked through him all the time, saw him and knew who he was. Enough to call him by name. It occurred to me that this was why I had made that rule. Whether or not he remembered meeting me before, whatever else may have gone on in his life, on that morning he was so touched as to be brought to tears over the fact that he was actually THERE enough to be seen and recognized as a person with a name and identity that hadn't gone unnoticed or disregarded. It was something that all the countless people who gave him change couldn't give: acknowledgement. It was so important that simply by using his name, I had made an impact, and in that moment, restored some real humanity to the act of giving without having to give anything more than a moment of attention. We chatted a bit about this that and the other, and he said he had been released from jail that morning. I said it was better to start the day coming out than going in and we chatted briefly, as one would with any acquaintance. Eventually I wished him well and another Merry Christmas before going on about my own way with the distinct sense that there was a hope in the air that had not been there before. It was a Christmas that I will remember for that interaction. It affirmed that it was not a silly thing to do to take the time to make introductions, to really MEET those who I might otherwise have just thrown money at and never remembered. It was the right thing to do to make sure that our interactions had mattered, even if not to him, enough to ME that I was able to give him the courtesy of greeting him by name, when such a courtesy was something long forgotten for him. The deliberate way that I had gone about the giving of a couple dollars, or just 35 cents,only when I could be human with it, had been the right thing to do, not for the giving, but for the simply being HUMAN about it.

Dude I find myself coming back and rewatching this every couple of weeks this show is low key really impactful

I’m tellin ya guys, cracked was captured by Jim Henson productions for exposing the muppets, they’ve escaped and now they have to be careful With their content. Keep asking questions

Everyone here seems to be wanting cracked to come back. And while I want that as well, I just want to appreciate how much this show in particular speaks to me. Thanks for keeping it going. Also, the fuck is the name of the song at the end!

thank you for all of this, this series and the whole work put into it is so important, thank you

This actually hit me right in the feelings please make more ❤

I knew where it was going and it still hurt. Nicely done.

I wish people stopped complaining about the fact the cracked is gone. These videos are great quality. A lot of people put work and effort into them. I very much appreciate these videos. Keep up the good work People Watching. I know I'll always be watching

There's so much room for growth with these characters. Really good

I always come across homeless people when I go to work, and a lot of them are just out of luck. But the shitty part is I also come across the panhandlers that aren't homeless or even suffering from low income, just regular people who are trying to scam the masses. It makes me feel really bad because now it's a who can you really trust? can you trust that the women with 3 kids hanging out in front of the grocery store with a sign that says she doesn't speak English, but she needs to feed her kids, please spare some change? Or does her husband come pick her up at 6pm in an Escalade and drive off without even going into the store? is that scruffy guy who looks like he is on weed really need money for drugs? Or does he work 4 menial jobs in the local area and uses that money to pay for a car accident he was in years ago and no longer has the credit to be shown an apartment let alone a home? Luckily the city I work in has a really good assistance program for the homeless, especially for families and veterans. I know 5 people and 3 families that got homes through the program and a lot of the other homeless either don't care or are just passing through. I often wish i could do more for people.

This reminded me of a guy that I knew, he work with me and around 2008/2009 when everyone lost everything he literally lost his mind that he lost his job any lost his ability to grab things with his hands . after that all he wanted to do is drink the pain away. I bought him some meals a couple when I ran into him. I find out he was living near McDonald's at once so used to buy him dollar doubles whenever I catch him. one time I found out about youngsters at a pizza restaurant harassing him and I wrote an email to the corporate office and they gave him a bunch of free Pizza after that . after a while I never saw him again, all I know is that Chris wanted to die..

I think alot of people would benefit from watching this. It's not entirely the reality all of the time, but this is a great

Was seriously not expecting this to be my favorite video all week. This was brilliant

I love the animation style and the message that goes along this. This deserves more views

Damn...What happened to George?

When I'm not down on my luck, I try to help as many people as I can. I met a lot of ungreatful people who looked at me and asked if that was all... I also met a lot of good people too. One of the guys I gave some change fell in the river and drowned. Help someone if you can.

Oh no you have to feel uncomfortable for 30 seconds. These people have nobody and nowhere to go. Most people would crumple under the weight of that for just one day of that, much less a lifetime. You should walk by the homeless with gratitude. and Is it really too much to give them a few cents? If you don't got it you just say I don't got it but you don't pretend like they do not exist. 1 of the kindest things you can do is at least acknowledge that they exist in see them as a person As opposed to a nuisance in a burden

I am absolutely loving these!

Wh-what is this? Why didn't I know about this and why did I have to stumble upon it randomly? It was nice.

i have an ex, who i tried to block out of my life. for no real reason, probably just the fact that seeing her hurt & made it hard to move on. after i saw this video, i finally offered her amends, i told her i’d rather deal with dealing with her, than deal with never seeing her again. although i’ll have the same irrational anger at times, i’d rather it be that, than the dull emptiness of losing someone i once loved. thank you for everyone who made this video, i think you changed my life.

Most homeless people harmless and friendly. The only ones I need patience with are the few ones that get mad if I don't give them what they want and act like I'm the one who put them on the street. Very rare though

This is the best series I found on RU-vid.

A slug to the feels with every episode! This is a great series.

Bruh this video turn my bottle of water into a pile of salt...

Every episode makes my brain feel like it expanded. I love learning from your vids

Its a cute story, but that's it. The kind of story that could only happen in a fictional Canadian town that hasn't seen the kind of homelessness in the States or elsewhere, or truly understand why or how it is that people become homeless in the first place. I'm not saying that i haven't met some cool homeless people before, that were nice, smart and that i've helped out from time to time, but the overwhelming vast, vast majority of them, are poor, uneducated, minorities with either personality disorders, serious mental disorders and/or addiction problems. And if you somehow managed to uplift every homeless person who is just a good guy with no problems and just fell into poverty through a series of bad situations, you would still have masses of seriously addicted mentally ill people living under bridges and overpasses. Homelessness isn't just an economic problem, its a societal problem as well. If you want to fix homelessness you need mental health reforms, drug enforcement reforms, education for adult reforms and you will see that little by little the homeless population will begin to wane.

This was actually really well done. Now I've got to try and find all of season one.

I like how the dialog is meant to be horribly offensive but they still refer to the homeless guy as a "street person".

I really miss these. Lots of heart and relatable

this was awesome. keep these coming

I miss Obsessive Pop Culture Disorder! After Hours too (original cast only).

I like this so much...I maybe a bit late already but ey, just gotta say it still...I appreciate these things you do

I didn't realize how much i liked this series till i saw I've watched every single episode. Guess it's my favorite keep them coming

This same sort of thing happened to me. I wasn't as hostile.... but I slowly became friends with the guy on the corner. I was intrigued because he was always reading and always had a big stack of books next to him and never asked for change. Stopped every day to chat... brought him stuff... etc. One day he died... the whole neighborhood came out to honor him because he was the same way with everyone.

This is so sweet and I want to agree but the area I work in is full of homeless people and if you're nice to them and try to have a normal conversation they try to sexually harass you and speak crazy gibberish, so.... Idk I don't want women feeling too obligated to be friendly. Stay safe and fuck politeness if you're uncomfortable. But it can't hurt to give them some fast food!

The hardest part of trying to reach out to help homeless people is trying to figure out which charities are the best and trying to figure out who's actually homeless or who's just using it as a scam. I've seen people who actually need help. At the same time, I've seen people who have used children (dressed suspiciously well and didn't look like them) to get the sympathy. It's not right. Not all homeless people are scammers, druggies, and/or criminals...

Some of the best people I ever met in my life were homeless... And I had no idea until I became homeless and had to rely on other homeless people to survive. There homeless people out there that will give you the only pair of shoes they have or thelast dollar to their name.

Cracked: Gone Fishin' Me: *sobs*

I want to make edits to promote this beautiful art, because People Watching *needs* to be relevant. Cracked failed to promote this diamond, and I just want to scream it's lessons into the void. As authentic and poetic as People Watching was, it *didn't have enough content* to be recognized, and it's lesson dies with it's relevance. Please don't claim copyright, I'm passionate about keeping your art alive and I enjoy spending my time sharing it amongst my peers.

It takes me so long to watch these videos as I have to pause the video every 10 seconds to see all the hidden background messages. Its amazing.

This really moved me. Well done, really really well done.

Fantastic! love these videos very much. Thank you!

I'd love to see woman move to San Francisco, on a block full of homeless who camp out and use the streets as their bathroom. There is actually a $100,000+ job per year to clean up homeless poop, but you need a college degree. I mean yeah, takes a special skillset to pick up poop for a living. I take my dog for a walk and if someone asks to pick up his poop, I'll tell em, sorry, I'm not qualified for that.

Dam dude this one got too me!

Damn you!! Didn't see that one comming. Hit me like a bus. I'm crying my soul out now.... aaaaargh!!! Just stumbled upon this series. this is a true gem!

Jesus, I've heard about the mindset Americans have regarding homeless people but it's really shocking to see it. Even with her explanation it seems so unfair for her to be so judgemental.

Having been friends with a few homeless folks... that ending was kinda a tear jerker...

I was expecting a sad ending, but the feels still got me.

Beautiful message. I wonder why this vid doesn't have 1 million + views already?

Hard pill to swallow: becoming homeless can happen to ANYONE. And you likely wouldn't see it coming or be prepared for it. If this year hasn't shown you that, you are very fortunate.