Greetings conscience community. I know that I am reaching on this one, but here goes. As any of you who are regular visitors to the bulletin board know, I am homeless and living in a tent that was generously provided by a compassionate reader. I am pretty much ok with it, but since I started this lifestyle, an ex of mine has returned, and is staying with me. She too, was forced into homelessness due to financial concerns, and so we share our limited resources: I do most of the physical chores, and she has transportation. Also, this provides the perfect opportunity for me to make an amends to her for some stupid things I did to her some years back. My dilemma is this: every morning I wake to the sounds of her crying. Now, I understand that living in a tent is something that a 60-ish year old lady might not choose as her ideal lifestyle, as it is certainly not mine, nor most other folks I know. (There are of course, a few exceptions.) Also, my friend has recently been mauled by a large pit bull mix dog, and the emotional scars have yet to begin – she is still suffering traumatic episodes due to this event. Just the sight of a pit bull has her in tears and running. ( As best as she can.) I know that all these things combine to make life tough for even the hardiest of souls. I love my friend very much, but there are no words I can find to let her see that life is beautiful, sometimes even at it's worst. I try to console her and she tells me that her tears are tears of anger at being in this position at her stage in life. I understand her anger, her pain, her frustration, as I, too, share these same emotions, though not to the seeming degree she does. Or perhaps I choose to view life as many fleeting moments, all joined together, both good and bad, and let it pass as it will. I'd like to think I am that centered, but who knows? My point in this post is this: How can I accept the inevitable feeling of sadness and loss that accompanies every defeat at any attempt to convince her that life is not to be feared? Because whenever I try to console her, it seems as if she doesn't wish it, as if she enjoys her misery. I try to point out her blessings, that she has a roof over her head, even if it is a tent, and that she if fairly mobile, she has her freedom, a vehicle, and other untold blessings. But no matter what, she always, without fail, chooses to view things as negative. I tell her that the only thing we can change in our lives is our degree and/or level of perception, and that remark generally gets me a “f@#$ off”. I am at my wit's end. I want only the best for my friend and I realize that taking care of her to the best of my ability is keeping my mind focused on positive things. But there are days when I've tried so hard to lighten her life up and failed so miserably that I am wore out. It's then that I begin to feel depressed, and sad and a lot of the time when this happens, I just crawl back into bed and waste the day sleeping. I've suggested counseling, and different types of therapy, all to no avail. I want to say too, that a lot of her health problems have to do with her legs. I've posted before asking for a cabin tent, because she has to crawl in and out of my small tent and as a result, a lot of sleep is lost when she has to get up in the middle of the night to relieve herself. It is a major ordeal for both of us, and I was thinking that a cabin tent would solve a lot of problems since it would be large enough to stand up in. So far I've had no luck getting one, but I retain faith that some kind generous soul, will see this or my other ad concerning a cabin tent, and come through for us. Anyway, I would welcome any suggestions from any of you on how to deal with the emotional distress that I'm trying to accept and/or overcome. And of course, if anyone has a large, roomy cabin tent that they would be willing to part with, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank all of you for your interest. Blessings