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Homeless people in the United States!

This is an issue which has shocked me since I have been here. I see homeless people in each city that I have visited. They don’t have homes to live in. They always walk outside. I am thinking how they can fulfill the daily needs as we do. Things like taking shower, eating, drinking and etc. to see such homeless people wandering in the streets is really strange for the people who come from third world countries with a very different perspective about the US and its citizens. People believe that America is the land of dreams and all the people living here are in a utopia. They are rich and have loads of money to live luxuriously, but the reality is so different. I have been visiting San Francisco City and have found lots of homeless people begging for money in the streets and on the roads. This made me wonder what drove these people to this miserable condition. Isn’t America supposed to be great welfare States that promises to take care of its citizens and provides them the basic facilities of life? But the reality baffled me. Afghanistan would be a good example here. Afghanistan is one of the third would countries. Its economy is down. We cannot compare it with the United States. There are some jobless people, but not homeless at least they have a Tent to live inside. In any case, I am wondering if the Congress discusses this issue and pushes the government to take action towards providing a solution for the homeless people. It won’t be impossible for the US government as the leading country for the world to help its own homeless people instead of spending billions of dollar in war.

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