I have lost many people in my life. I lost my grandparents. I lost my father. I lost my mother. I lost friends. Soon, I will lose another friend. He is dying from cancer. His doctors have told him treatment is available but he has chosen to reject it. I will miss him, but this is a choice that every person must make. Of all the decisions we make in our lifetimes, how we end our lives must be the most personal decision.
One way that people end their lives is in poverty—on the streets. None of my friends need to end their lives in poverty. As long as I have a place to live, they will have a place to live. All they need to do is let me know. My home is their home. Of course, their liquor is their expense. I’ll pay their room and board, but not their whiskey tab.
So all of you know: If I have to, I’ll spend my bottom dollar to give you a place to live—on one condition: you must allow me to help you.
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