Christopher Rodrigue was a professional in Marietta, Ga. He made $45,000 working in quality control for a food processing company. He had a home, professional friends, colleagues and business contacts. His wife, Jerrilynn, ran a professional cleaning business before she was diagnosed with neuropathy—which kept her from working. Christopher looked at homeless people with scorn—he thought they were lazy, dirty, alcoholics or even drug addicts. He didn’t know that he was about to become one of them.