I volunteered to do church charity dinners for the homeless years ago. Let me chime something in:

About 80-85% of those people want to be homeless. They've got free housing, free food, they all have fucking iPhones, nobody bothers them, and they substitute cheap drugs for everything about life that you or I would find lacking in that "lifestyle." These bleeding heart efforts are the infrastructure that enables them to live this way and they milk it for all its worth.

The remaining 15-20% are actual human beings who got fucked, usually through little fault of their own. Bankrupted by a medical bill and the mortgage foreclosed. Surprise layoff right as the car broke down. Catastrophic divorce that took everything but the shirt off his back. These people were almost never around for more than 1-2 months. They used the charity service as a springboard to get their shit together and re-launched their lives ASAP. They go from the shelter and panhandling to a cheap hotel and a shower for job interviews to their first paycheck and a cheap room rented, in record time. Most of them are living normally again in less than a year.

Here's one of the biggest redpills I ever got in my life. The dinner had a small dessert table but the rule was that you had to turn in a clean plate to go to it, meaning you ate the free food and were still hungry. I watched a "homeless" mother and daughter, both black and both well over 300lbs each, get their plates of food, sneak over to the trashcan, and scrape the food off into the garbage without so much as picking at it. Then waddle up and turn the plates in to get cheesecake.