Nigel is a big man spending most of his days sitting on a small milk crate waiting for good fortune to bless him with enough to get by. I imagined him sitting in his garden, surrounded by the iris he carefully tended. He’s thinking about what to do next when a bird flew past and surprised him. The Nigels of this world deserve a whole lot better. The existence of so many homeless people is mute testimony to a society that has lost its way. The political efforts to address homelessness are too little and too late for many. The politicians only consider”what’s in it for me” and “stuff humanity”, otherwise the problem would have been solved long ago.