I work for an agency that provides social services to the poor and homeless. You have probably heard me talk about it a little. Anyway, once you have worked in a place like that, one would think you would grow accustomed to people with health and mental issues, but you don’t, at least, not in my experience. Just today, during my lunch break, I bumped into a homeless woman pushing a shopping cart outside 7-Eleven, and encountered another woman who was most likely mentally ill, eating at KFC. Both of them caused my to heart ache while also making me a little uncomfortable. The first time I heard the woman at KFC speaking to herself I did a double take just to make sure she was not speaking into a cell phone. I had hoped that she was, but I was mistaken. The entire restaurant knew what was going on. You could feel the tension as we all tried to ignore her and carry on with our meals as she spouted out obscenities to whomever she was fighting with in her head. I wished there was something I could do, some way to help her, and I am sure others in the restaurant wished for the same thing, but we all watched her walk out the door after she finished her meal. No one helped her. No one even spoke to her. I can only hope and pray that she is plugged into a service or program somewhere. It is tough when you see people who are obviously in need and can do very little about it. That is the problem with social services. They are great for those who are seeking help but they can do very little for those who refuse to believe they are in need. I do not know where my KFC woman is in this regard, but my heart goes out to her and her kind. It is truly rewarding working in a place where you can see people changing for the better but it is tough when you realize that you cannot help everyone.