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The batterings and bruisings and infections and rapes. You began to wonder how anyone survives homelessness. And why couldn't they come in for medical treatment when something went wrong?

<p>The story is almost always the same. The first time parents find out their son or daughter is involved in gang activity is when the police officer comes to door and makes an arrest. Sometimes officers are met with crying or angry parents. Other times, the front door is slammed in their face. Most often, the officers encounter parents who are in denial or blindsided because they truly didn’t know.</p>

Claire Wineland, a 13-year-old from Calabasas, has been battling Cystic Fibrosis since birth. After she slipped into a lung damaging coma in April, doctors told her she may soon need to go on the lung transplant waiting list.

Even if the death rates among the homeless are higher, isn't it just because the people we're talking about are deeply flawed to begin with? You've probably heard people say that the only reason someone is homeless (especially those chronically homeless) is because they're not like you and me.

<p>Pureza Bacor recalls the Filipino father, a single parent, who called at 4:55 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. He spoke in hushed tones and in near tears. “Do you speak Tagalog? I can speak in English but what I need to say, I can’t express myself right in English. I need to speak to someone who speaks to Tagalog,” pleaded the father.</p>

One of the major challenges of treating overdoses is the helper's fear of law enforcement involvement.

<p>I went to needle exchange to hang out. You may be asking yourself what a soccer mom from the burbs is doing perched on a folding chair in the parking garage of 101 Grove on a dark November night, surrounded by syringes. I was there as a guest observer because I'm working on a series of articles about mortality and homelessness, as part of The California Endowment Health Journalism Fellowship I received.</p> <p>Basically, I was looking for death on the streets.</p>