Torn apart from not being able to help a homeless man eating food from trash cans and sleeping alone in a dark, cold, and filhy corner in San Francisco's Chinatown park; my heart bleeds. The awful shame that comes from the stigma of having a sibling who is mentally ill and is homeless, the risk of breaking family ties by promoting disgrace to the family, the bearing of guilt for not doing enough and because of love; I hereby take the liberty to raise money to help care, feed, and house Henry the Homeless brother and hopefully help others in doing so.
Henry's helath is rapidly deteriorating. His poor eyesight is worsening and his ulcerated wounds in his legs and other parts of the body are just getting bigger because of diabetes. He refuses to see a doctor. I don't have a car and the means to see him often because I live in Los Angeles.