I have a very sad story of abuse and financial irresponsibility, one which hurts people.
So I was sitting at a bus stop waiting for my ride and there was a lovely SLI sitting next to me. Her friend happen to pass by and she jumped to greet him. They spoke for a little while and parts of the conversation I overheard her say "yeah, I'm clean now. Have been for a year. It's hard, I'm trying to get back on my feet."
Her friend left as they parted with goodbyes and she came to sit down next to me again. I looked at her and tried to figure out what possible drug she may have been tied up with but at that moment I didn't care. She started to talk to me, even though I was very quiet. I figured she needed a friend, a filter for her emotions. She said "yeah, I was in a relationship before with this guy who used me, took all my money and didn't care about me. I ended up homeless and have been on the streets now for several months." She looks like she's already cried enough tears about it so she was not crying now. I asked her if she had tried PATH, our community's assistance program and she said she's working with them now. She went on to tell me about her life and how things got very difficult for her emotionally. I interjected with comments as I thought of socionics and how I might help this sincere and honest person. I said things like "I know there's courage inside of you and the will from within to make it through your struggle. You can get through this and have good relations around you." She said "yeah" and continued as a subject who had found a vessel for this emotional flow. I gladly listened to her and I felt so bad that I could not offer any more assistance than some food, which she excepted and shared with me as a friend. We parted with hopes that we may see each other again.
I don't often strike up conversations like this and most often they are with SLI and SLI women are not very common. They are a treasure.