When I lived in N. Maine I would regularly see this crazy man walking the road 10 miles between Limestone and Presque Isle, ranting and raving out loud to himself, while carrying his meager belongings with him, no matter the weather, and it gets pretty rough up there in the winter. He somehow seemed to fend for himself, even though he was lost in space. I suppose Rand would appreciate a man like him.
Um, what makes you think Rand would oppose private charity, or that such charity would not be given?