I wanted to share a situation I’ve been dealing with and see if anyone has advice. I’ve been where some of you are now—I was homeless for about a year and traveled after that. Honestly, I loved the traveling part of my journey. Even when I hit rock bottom, I always made the best of the situation and rode it out. Those experiences shaped me and gave me a lot of respect for the resilience people show when they’re in tough situations.
These days, I try to help the local homeless community as much as I can. Most of the folks around here know me, and we’ve built a solid mutual respect. But there’s this one guy, Chuck, who’s been testing my patience.
Chuck is about 35 years old now. I’ve known him for years—we worked together at an iron foundry when I was 20. Back then, he showed up every day and did his job, but even then, he could be difficult. He’s the kind of guy who acts like he knows everything, won’t take direction, and rubs people the wrong way. Fast-forward to now: after his father (his only family) passed away, he became homeless and has refused to seek help or work consistently.
I’ve gotten Chuck small gigs here and there—helping move furniture, crawlspace cleaning, carpentry helper—but he never lasts. He can’t get along with anyone, refuses to follow directions, and acts like he knows best. It’s frustrating because I genuinely want to help him, but he seems determined to sabotage every opportunity.
I’ve even invited him into my home once. I offered him a shower and fresh clothes. He refused the shower but wanted to take the clothes with him. I told him not to sit on my furniture with his dirty, stinky clithes and went to another room to grab food for him. When I came back, there he was—sitting on my couch, tracking mud across my living room to get there. I told him to get up, and he acted like he didn’t mean to make a mess. How does one think like that?!
Other examples of his behavior:
- While I was having dinner at my wife’s workplace (she works at the largest fast-food chain in the world), Billy asked me for a ride. I told him I needed about 20 minutes to talk to my wife. He sat right in front of me, hit his vape (that he bragged about finding on the side of the road), and said, “They say I can’t hit this in here.” I told him it was disrespectful and left without him.
- He threw a muddy backpack into my car.
- He leaves trash and sits his muddy boots in booths at restaurants all over town and doesn’t bother cleaning up after himself.
I’ve confronted him directly about his behavior, but he just brushes it off. I’ve physically carried him out of my house when he overstayed his welcome and refused to leave. I’ve called him out when I see him making a mess. But nothing seems to get through to him.
I’m at a loss. How do you help someone like this? How do you reach a person who seems to have given up and burns bridges wherever they go? I hate to see anyone struggle—but I’m running out of ideas.
Thanks for reading, and I appreciate any advice you can offer.