Last fall, just before Thanksgiving, a couple acquaintances of mine were on the verge of homelessness. It was crazy timing. They didn’t know each other. One of them I hadn’t seen in 30 years. Our only connection was Facebook. She had been somewhat transient—living with friends or family, house-sitting/pet-sitting, staying in a shelter—for years. Everything she owned fit in the backseat of her car. The other was a more recent friend who had gone through a series of job losses. She had made really good money at one time and had a storage unit full of belongings. They had lived very different lives, but they also shared some commonalities: they are both divorced; they both have one child; they are both in their sixties; and they both were being asked to leave their current living situations with nowhere else to go. They were both in a jam, and I offered them a place to stay.