Perfect appellation

I'm thinking of a poor young 13-year-old who could have felt out of place in a new town in a lower than median income housing area.  But he didn't because his needs were met - by a man who cared for other people in a way that fit his own philosophy of life.

I was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I'm also thinking of a woman who gave sex for money but wound up pregnant and had no place to go. She could have felt depressed and suicidal, but she didn't because she knew that the man with whom she was having sex would take her in and provide a place to live - a man who provided for himself poorly but adequately enough for him, and would include a woman and child in the same poor but adequate way.

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word.
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm,
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And I'm thinking of a woman who needed extra help to even survive.  But her survival was made possible - by a man who used her survival need for his own good.  In doing so, however, he supplied what she needed the most, after-school and weekend care for her son.  He did it his own way, according to his usual M.O.  He didn't break from visiting his usual bar, his trips to the race track, and his time set aside for his lady of the evening.

Not a word was spoke between us. There was little risk involved.
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

There's beauty in accommodation.  But, there's a richer beauty in accommodation without altering what you're doing - to have your circle around you, and be able to handle the way life adds and subtracts the people who join you within your circle.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes, burned out on the trail,
hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Finally, I'm thinking of a man who structured his whole life around reacting to his circumstances without compromising who he was.  His circumstances made him stronger, but they strengthened the way he wanted to live life.  When his wife developed Alzheimer's Disease, he accommodated her and made the change he needed to continue to meet his own needs.  When he had his own stroke, he recovered in a way that suited only him at first, but he realized he would need to accommodate others as he recovered, so he did.  He did so to create his own shelter from his own storms.  He had been to war, won a medal for bravery, lost his wife,  was imposed upon by a neighbor, and chosen to house a prostitute and her newborn. Through it all, he gave shelter.  Life left him burned out, buried in hail, poisoned, hunted and ravaged.  But he had learned life's secret.  Through it all you have to be a real saint.  Right, it's his perfect appellation.  Let's call him Saint Vincent!