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  • Essay / This: The Best of Times Was the Worst of Times - 867

    When I said it was the best of times and the worst of times, I was actually being kind of describing my work volunteer, I actually sweetened it with a sweet red cherry on top. The homeless shelter had thirty-two beds at the time, and every night it had to turn away more than twenty children, and today it's no different. There are many shelters in downtown Miami, but not enough to accommodate all the less fortunate children, young adults, and seniors who seek shelter at night; I was sickened by the system. I am still sickened by the system today. I tried and am still trying today to gather support for the homeless, and the response has been encouraging. I really hope to raise awareness that extends beyond Miami, as this is an ongoing crisis in the city and our mayor is unwilling to increase funding for our local shelters. It is appalling that we cannot provide more shelter beds and tolerable living conditions for the homeless. It is appalling that we, as a society, cannot keep homeless gay and lesbian youth safe, even within our shelter; what kind of society are we?