Asking for a sis

There is a Black woman who sits in front of the 7/11 on Western and Washington in Los Angeles. She has been there many years. Like, over ten years. She used to sleep in a tent on Washington and Gramercy. I don't know what happened to the tent or where she sleeps now. She is mentally ill. When I see her I try to give her money or food. I don't know if she has family out here or people who look out for her. I'm not out that way as often as I used to be but I think about her often. I don't know her name but please keep her in your prayers. Also, if you are over that way and can do it please drop off food or water or money. Sometimes she stands on the corner yelling to herself but she is polite if you approach her. I really feel for her. I don't know her story or how she got there or how she has survived all these years. I know it can't be easy though. She is someone. She matters. Her hunger matters. Her life matters. Bless you.