Everyone is someone's child.
When a child stumbles or is naughty, you help him or her up, teach a better way, set them back in the right direction, and try, try again. If they fall again, you help again as necessary. Some of us are late bloomers. It has taken me over 50 years to feel that I might be a good example for the next generation.
Pointing fingers at alleged addicts and undesirable activities is not the way. I have friends and family who have tendencies to overindulge in tobacco, drugs, alcohol, television, scratch tickets, food, sugar, drama, you name it. I, too, have been less than perfect.
Many who get help become helpful.
If we are good to our neighbors' children then our neighbors should be good our own.
So in light of this, I wrote a poem called, "A Poem to Cities,"
We, who live under trestles
and bridges and in door ways
ask that you forgive us
our tresses and trespasses
and treat us as treasures.
P.S. My current housemate was homeless for 6 months when he first came to Tacoma. He is friendly, hardworking, responsible, and a thoughtful good friend.