This is Dorothy. She is definitely not in Kansas anymore. I encountered Dorothy a couple of years ago. At the time, she and her husband lived in a VW van that was parked across the street. They used to take turns on the corner, until her husband became too ill to endure the searing Oklahoma heat.
You see, Dorothy's husband had cancer. Dorothy herself was not well, either. She had a host of conditions - from an auto-immune disorder, to arthritis, and many other things in-between. They were on the street asking for help, not just because they were homeless, but also to be able to afford their medications. Oklahoma's Medicaid program only allows 5 prescriptions a month, any more than five, and the patient must pay out-of-pocket. Seniors are sometimes forced to choose between medications prescribed to them. (Don't even get me started on THAT issue)
Both Dorothy and her husband were in their 70's.
It is SHOCKING how many senior citizens are on street corners begging for money for their medications here in Oklahoma City.
Obviously, I had to stop and help her. What if that were my grandma? I'd want someone to stop and help her. I am personally mortified when I see our veterans and our seniors begging on street corners. It didn't use to be like this.
After talking to her, and giving her a sign, I went to the travel stop across the street. She was hungry, but it was rush hour, and she didn't want to leave her corner. I went and got her an orange, and some bottled water. When I took it back to her she actually cried. And then I cried, because a beautiful soul like Dorothy was in tears over a piece of fruit.
I saw her several times over the next few months. Every time I found her, she was still on the street, smiling and waving at the traffic, holding her sign. She told me the signs had worked much better than the regular signs she made. She even asked if I had any extra to pass out to her "other corner" friends. I made sure everyone in that area had as many signs as they wanted.
The last few times I was in that area, Dorothy and the VW van were nowhere to be seen. I don't know what happened to them. I wish i had known about 
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I'd love to hear your thoughts on the idea, and maybe some tips from more experienced Steemians.
Until then, maybe Dorothy's story has inspired you to make and pass out a few signs of your own. They really do work!