I love Kim. As an addict now many years into my recovery, this is a concept I’ve tried to teach my children, against an ex-husband who sees addiction as a personal choice and a slight, rather than an illness (evidenced by his choice to, rather than stand by me as I tried to find a slot in inpatient long term treatment, chose instead to have me forceably removed from our home, and simultaneously served with both restraining order and divorce papers, thereby rendering me homeless) teaching them to call homeless people lazy bums, drunks, and wastes of life.
I remind them that those people and their mother are exactly the same. And let me promise you, there isn’t a lazy moment in the day when you have no home. Every second is a fight. For shelter. For warmth. A fight for your life. A fight for your dignity. A fight to be seen as a human being. No one homeless is laying around watching the game on a Saturday afternoon or ordering takeout. Homeless is the least lazy thing I’ve ever been.