What I learned the night I spent homeless with my son.

Several years ago, I had an urgent need to spend a night with my son Bobby, who sleeps on a sidewalk in Seattle.

For several weeks I agonized over the thought of sleeping on the hard ground. Honestly, I hoped this seemingly crazy thought would pass, and that I wouldn’t actually have to follow through with it.

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Bob Penton of South Hill has served as both pastor and community organizer in Tacoma’s Hilltop neighborhood for 52 years. He is one of six reader columnists who write for this page. Reach him at Robert.Penton68@gmail.com

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