By Angela “Angie” Brookes
As I sit down to write this article, several thoughts cross my mind and all sorts of different emotions begin to surface. I think back to a grim Winter night in 2012 when I witnessed an event that has remained fresh in my mind until the present day.
I was 22-years-old and experiencing my first (and last, as of yet) rainy season here in San Francisco. I had been living in Golden Gate Park for several months and was relieved that I had somehow managed to obtain a 90-day bed at a local youth shelter.

