I was aware of people in my community required help from their family members to help them through and the tough times. My community including the family and role models supported the idea family helped family. I had family members and close friends of the family lived with us during their “hard times”. The image that I had of a homeless person complimented media’s stereotypical image of a person that had horrible personal hygiene skills, pushing a grocery store buggy, lived in a box/under a bridge, begging for money. When I visited family members in larger cities far away from my hometown; I observed the people that supported the stereotypical homeless person. I was informed not to give them money because they would buy alcohol or other items. When I was home, I saw my family give food, money, clothes and prayers for family members and friends that were trying to get back on their feet. I heard whispers from adults about people that struggle with alcohol or other issues but they were never treated as the homeless individuals in the larger cities. It wasn’t until was staring my career in mental health when I realized the impact homelessness had on my community. I learned and witnessed that homelessness could impact