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As a child I was always taught to look out for those less fortunate.
So, I carried on with this tradition of my parents.
I thought I would wander over to the trail behind my back forty to leave some sandwiches for the homeless that I saw sleeping there.
I did this for several times a week.

Only to find later, they setup camp within 300 yards of my property line that borders onto park land - only two tents - I could live with that.
During the next few days, more arrived - now within 100 yards of the property line.
That following evening, they entered my outbuildings to retrieve air mattresses, lanterns, camp stoves and the like and creeped back off into the night.

Now, I'm a reasonable person and I give much to many, but this pushed my limits.
So, I decided to contact the City as this is a family-oriented neighbourhood with small children.
I don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that needles will be within my own grandchildren's reach.
They informed me that Parks are open to homeless from the hours of 7:00 PM - until 9:00 AM.
I replied with, "I'm aware of that legislature, but they are now living in my backyard, and the
homeless can remain in parks for shelter only, not permanent living conditions, and as a taxpayer I WILL protect my property when one intrudes upon it."
They were gone the next day.

So, now I'm back to feeding the ducks in the pond and the rabbits amongst the trails..

It is sad that sometimes when you try and help someone they or others take advantage of one's goodness. My husband is on a board of a homeless shelters and they have rules such as no drugs, alcohol and other rules. People complain about the rules but the lady who runs it says if she didn't have those rules, there would be chaos. 

as the saying goes give an inch they take a mile...so sad..but you got to do what you got to do...people works hard for their stuff they dont need someone coming along taking it from them...

Exactly!!

TY PL...

I imagine all of us would never think of taking someone else's stuff.

well I dont know about anyone else but I was raised better than that..you just dont take what doesnt belong to ya unless they give it to you...you just leave things alone...

Same here.

It is sad that sometimes when you try and help someone they or others take advantage of one's goodness. My husband is on a board of a homeless shelters and they have rules such as no drugs, alcohol and other rules. People complain about the rules but the lady who runs it says if she didn't have those rules, there would be chaos.

It's a complex subject, PL.

You can always send them my way where the City leased two plots of land to the Province and hauled in over 150 pre-fabricated modular units at a cost of $7.25 million dollars (at taxpayer's expense) where no residents that reside there are required to ever seek counseling or treatment of any form.
In fact, the City advertised it as a wet house where they are permitted to do illicit drugs of their choice.

All I know is if I was to publicly announce and advertise my 2 bedroom rental as such - you can bet your ass the Cops would be busting down my doors, and I'd be sitting in jail for doing so.

These two housing projects that our Province invested in not only has promoted, but has enabled the problem, IMHO.
Crime is up and our property values have gone down as a result which was once known as prime real estate in my area.
Does our PM care, not really as it's not in his own personal neighbourhood that HE resides in.

One housing project is located adjacent to a popular children's playground where volunteers gather weekly to clean the site up of their drug activities.
That is what our PM has done for me, and for the future generation of my own grandchildren.

Now, I do believe that I've taken this off-topic from this original thread's purpose, and will resume to post some happy childhood memories in the future - if, I can think of any - I'm still pissed off.
Thank You for your comments - Princess & PL and for letting me vent..

Back to a childhood memory.
My grandfather was the consummate horse trainer for miles around. People would bring their horses and mules to him for him to train. It is where I learned to ride horses before I could walk.  He was a horse whisper before I even knew what one was but the thing I remember the most about him is that he always had Trident spearmint gum. Lol.

My great aunt gave me a cow named Blackie who was a mean as they come. She would allow my aunt and I to be close to her, but no one else dared come close ‘cause she’d mow them over.

She was a Black Angus.

We had a large Welsh pony named Buster. He used to unhook the stall hook and go down to visit the neighbors Shetland pony. The neighbor would call us and to let us know Buster was there again. He was aptly named Buster because he busted my Dad's arm when bucking Dad off.

Most people think ponies are cute and they are but they are also devious,  stubborn and can be mean. Lol, I had to break one from having temper tantrums like its owner. Lol