I worked for a soup kitchen for a few years, part-time, as part of a religious group. I was surprised at the variety. Yes, there were drug addicts, and they are sad to see. There are also families. Also hard to see. (We gave take home bags to the groups with kids.) There were also some "just barely making it" folks. I remember one guy who came in with a tie. He told me he was still homeless, but he had a job, and someday he would be able to buy his own meals. Meanwhile, he was grateful. We served a nice meal. I was proud to work there. It was hard, emotionally, however.