I’ve recently befriended a homeless woman who has just been evicted from her apartment. I only hear her side of the story - I called the police here and they told me that she went through the complete eviction process, so I assume she was given every chance to rectify whatever rules she was breaking yet she didn’t follow through so she was evicted legally.
When she visits I usually offer her food and stuff, you know, what we’re supposed to do for each other, and we talk a bit.
This past week, however, when she visited, she was yawning fiercely so I got her a hotel for the night - not really because I’m nice or anything but because I didn’t want to spend a lot of time with her and I wanted her to go away.
She’d told me she didn’t want to go to the shelter downtown because she was afraid somebody’d steal from her.
She also has mental problems - she talks in a sort of word salad often and sometimes can’t remember back even one sentence.
I’m getting frustrated because my husband and I can’t afford to send this woman to a hotel every time she’s sleepy, I don’t currently have access to a car, I can’t give up my mornings every time she comes around though I do want to continue helping her. Then I get mad at myself for being so selfish.
She’s told me too that she’s working with a social worker and a psych nurse, in fact she gave me their names.
I feel caught in-between my selfish tendencies, my pride in trying to think that I can fix a person instead of depending on God’s great wisdom and infinite love for us all and my need to take care of my own home.
Any suggestions on what is true social justice in this situation?