As an adult I am very aware of my biases toward the homeless. I am a first generation Filipino-American. My parents immigrated to the United States in order to create a new and prosperous life for them and for their family. Hard work and perseverance have been two values that have been instilled in my psyche since I was a child. I was always taught that family is the number one priority and you would do anything to make sure that the family thrives. If this meant you had to work three jobs, then it was your duty to yourself and your family to work those three jobs. I may seem insensitive for feeling little sympathy for the homeless community but every time I see a seemingly able bodied individual ask for change or hold up a sign begging for money I remember my exhausted father come home from the fields. He would be covered from head to toe in dirt and mud but he was still proud that he is able to provide for his family. The thoughts of my mother working call for a months at a time so my father could take one day off rush to the front of my conscience. If my parents who are not even from this country can do it, why can’t the guy holding up the sign do it? Hopefully I am able to figure why he can’t. The homeless is a population in our society that is often overlooked. For whatever reason a person becomes homeless he or she is still a person and deserves the same basic resources that any individual in today’s society is entitled. Many of the homeless population are reluctant to seek and receive care that they require due to the public’s negative perception of homeless people, lack of transportation, and lack of knowledge of where they can receive care. According to Wilson, (2009) about one third of the homeless population suffer some form or mental illness, many of which have dual diagnoses related to alcohol and cocaine dependences. Many homeless people also