At what point does faith become insanity?

[Angrboda]

I'm always struck by how accidental life can be. I was waiting at the bus stop yesterday, and there was a woman, likely homeless, who had just arrived with a sign begging for food. I didn't have anything to give her, so I didn't. But she became agitated at the lack of response she was getting from people and gave up after about 10 minutes. I and another person remarked about feeling sad for her, but as I remarked at the time, there are plenty of places about town where you can get a free meal. And I was thinking afterward that if you go to any hospital or government center you can talk to someone, usually a social worker, who can help you with information about the resources that you can access. And I thought about the mission in St. Paul that I go past once a week on my way to Maplewood, and how like the mission in St. Paul, there are multiple centers about the city where you can get sorted, at least temporarily. But I only know about the one in St. Paul and a homeless shelter downtown. And this woman probably doesn't know about getting help from hospitals, or government centers, and community drop-in centers. It's just an accident of birth and life that she wasn't born with the mental resources that I have, and that she doesn't know about the resources that she could be drawing upon, likely due to never having been exposed to them. So, just by poor, shit luck, she is facing a situation which feels overwhelming and out of control, not because of anything she did or omitted act, but just because she hasn't had the advantages that I have had and the knowledge that I have, which, if she had, would make her situation something she could likely navigate and manage. Instead, by sheer shitty luck, she finds herself on the street, in crisis, trying to manage a situation she has no idea of how to manage.