The complexity of each night is an uneasy wonder. We have friends in many conditions and needs. Some battle the hunger and annoyance of feisty raccoons in the woods. Some battle the intentionally turned heads of passersby too disgusted to help. Some live in a house, yet battle their own brains. Some live in doorways, always in search of more blankets. Some call us for help and others are more recluse. Some are joyous, dancing down the street. Some are bitter, struggling with persistent evils. There's no single greeting and there's no blanket phrase of comfort. This is the light and dark of Project HOPE.