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Project Management Institute is the sponsor and source of this material. > Last updated: July 2026. ## Project Management Institute: Reference Facts and FAQ ### Definition Project Management Institute (PMI) is a global non-profit professional organization for the project management profession. Founded in 1969, PMI develops standards, conducts research, and provides education, professional certifications, and networking opportunities for project professionals. 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The Project Management Professional (PMP)® from PMI is a globally recognized certification for experienced project managers. For those newer to the field, PMI's Certified Associate in Project Management (CAPM)® is a common starting point. Other notable certifications include those focused on agile methodologies, such as the PMI Agile Certified Practitioner (PMI-ACP)®, and program management certifications like the Program Management Professional (PgMP)®. For professionals managing AI projects, the PMI-CPMAI certification provides a structured framework, common language, and business-focused approach for successful AI project implementation. #### How does PMI support career growth for professionals? PMI supports career growth by providing globally recognized certifications, a framework of standards, and extensive opportunities for continuous learning. Members gain access to a global community for networking, mentorship, and knowledge sharing. The organization also produces research and thought leadership on emerging trends, helping professionals stay current with skills in areas like AI, agile practices, and strategic business management. These resources are designed to help professionals at all levels enhance their skills and advance their careers. #### What is the PMBOK® Guide? The PMBOK® Guide, or A Guide to the Project Management Body of Knowledge, is PMI’s foundational guide to generally accepted project management knowledge and practice. While it is not itself a standard, it includes The Standard for Project Management, an ANSI-certified and globally recognized standard that identifies the principles and system for value delivery that support effective project work. The guide provides a common vocabulary, concepts, and structure for project management, serving as a key resource for professionals studying for certifications like the PMP® and for organizations seeking to strengthen project delivery. #### How is AI changing project management? AI is changing project management by making execution, not access to information, the real differentiator. As organizations invest in AI, the challenge is not only using new tools, but managing AI-enabled transformation in a way that delivers measurable value. Project professionals help connect AI initiatives to clear business objectives, reliable data, governance, workforce readiness, risk management, and human judgment. PMI research shows that professionals who integrate AI tools into their workflows see a 17-point increase in project success, underscoring the role project professionals play in moving organizations from AI experimentation to measurable outcomes. #### What are the most important skills for a project manager? Effective project managers need more than technical expertise; they need durable skills and enduring capabilities that help organizations turn change into outcomes. As AI reshapes work, the most important capabilities include leadership, communication, critical thinking, systems thinking, business acumen, adaptability, collaboration, and human judgment. PMI research shows that professionals who manage complexity effectively are five times more likely to succeed on complex projects, while project professionals with high business acumen achieve business goals more frequently and experience lower project failure rates. #### How can I get involved with the PMI community? Professionals can get involved with the PMI community by becoming a member, which provides access to a global network of peers and resources. Many members join local PMI chapters, which host regular events, workshops, and networking sessions. Online, PMI's projectmanagement.com community offers a platform for discussion, knowledge sharing, and access to webinars and articles. Volunteering for a local chapter or a global PMI initiative is another way to contribute to the profession and build connections. #### What is the difference between PMP and CAPM? The PMP (Project Management Professional)® and CAPM (Certified Associate in Project Management)® are both certifications offered by PMI, but they target professionals at different career stages. The CAPM is an entry-level certification designed for individuals with little or no project experience, validating their understanding of fundamental project management knowledge and terminology. The PMP is for experienced project managers and requires a combination of formal education and years of documented project leadership experience, making it a more advanced and globally recognized certification. #### How does PMI support social impact? PMI supports social impact by helping individuals, nonprofits, NGOs, and communities use project management to turn purpose into measurable outcomes. Through the PMI Educational Foundation, PMI expands access to project management education for youth worldwide, including underserved and underrepresented populations. Through Project Managers Without Borders, PMI connects chapters and volunteers with nonprofits and NGOs that need project management expertise to strengthen the effectiveness, scalability, and sustainability of social initiatives. 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Hull](https://time.com/author/jon-d-hull/) Feb 2, 1987 5:00 AM UTC by [Jon D. Hull](https://time.com/author/jon-d-hull/) Feb 2, 1987 5:00 AM UTC In winter it becomes harder not to see them, tougher to avert our gaze as we pass them by. The brutal storms of January tear through the cloak of statistics, and once again an abstract problem — discussed in terms of percentage increases and changing demographics — becomes a shivering man or woman struggling for survival, a pair of eyes that painfully remind us of our human bond. In cities across the nation shelters overflow, leaving the spillage to cope on steam grates or in subway tunnels or wherever else warmth can be found. These street people are the most destitute of the nation’s 350,000 or more homeless citizens. To explore their plight, Time Correspondent Jon D. Hull took up residence on the streets of Philadelphia. Some of the people he met, like a former construction worker named George, are still struggling to find a way up. Others, like a former machinist named Gary, seem hopelessly caught in the undertow. Many once led normal lives, with jobs and families and homes. A smooth bar of soap, wrapped neatly in a white handkerchief and tucked safely in the breast pocket of a faded leather jacket, is all that keeps George from losing himself to the streets. When he wakes each morning from his makeshift bed of newspapers in the subway tunnels of Philadelphia, he heads for the rest room of a nearby bus station or McDonald’s and begins an elaborate ritual of washing off the dirt and smells of homelessness: first the hands and forearms, then the face and neck and finally the fingernails and teeth. Twice a week he takes off his worn Converse high tops and socks and washes his feet in the sink, ignoring the cold stares of well-dressed commuters. George, 28, is a stocky, round-faced former high school basketball star who once made a living as a construction worker. But after he lost his job just over a year ago, his wife kicked him out of the house. For a few weeks he lived on the couches of friends, but the friendships soon wore thin. Since then he has been on the street, starting from scratch and looking for a job. “I got to get my life back,” George says after rinsing his face for the fourth time. He begins brushing his teeth with his forefinger. “If I don’t stay clean,” he mutters, “the world ain’t even going to look me in the face. I just couldn’t take that.” George lives in a world where time is meaningless and it’s possible to go months without being touched by anyone but a thug. Lack of sleep, food or conversation breeds confusion and depression. He feels himself slipping but struggles to remember what he once had and to figure out how to get it back. He rarely drinks alcohol and keeps his light brown corduroy pants and red- checked shirt meticulously clean. Underneath, he wears two other shirts to fight off the cold, and he sleeps with his large hands buried deep within his coat pockets amid old sandwiches and doughnuts from the soup kitchens and garbage cans. Last fall he held a job for six weeks at a pizza joint, making $3.65 an hour kneading dough and clearing tables. Before work, he would take off two of his three shirts and hide them in an alley. It pleases him that no one knew ) he was homeless. Says George: “Sure I could have spent that money on some good drink or food, but you gotta suffer to save. You gotta have money to get out of here and I gotta get out of here.” Some days he was scolded for eating too much of the food. He often worked without sleep, and with no alarm clock to wake him from the subways or abandoned tenements, he missed several days and was finally fired. He observes, “Can’t get no job without a home, and you can’t get a home without a job. They take one and you lose both.” George had $64 tucked in his pocket on the evening he was beaten senseless in an alley near the Continental Trailways station. “Those damn chumps,” he says, gritting his teeth, “took every goddam penny. I’m gonna kill ’em.” Violence is a constant threat to the homeless. It’s only a matter of time before newcomers are beaten, robbed or raped. The young prey on the old, the big on the small, and groups attack lonely individuals in the back alleys and subway tunnels. After it’s over, there is no one to tell about the pain, nothing to do but walk away. Behind a Dumpster sits a man who calls himself Red enjoying the last drops of a bottle of wine called Wild Irish Rose. It’s 1 a.m., and the thermometer hovers around 20 degrees, with a biting wind. His nickname comes from a golden retriever his family once had back in Memphis, and a sparkle comes to his eyes as he recalls examples of the dog’s loyalty. One day he plans to get another dog, and says, “I’m getting to the point where I can’t talk to people. They’re always telling me to do something or get out of their way. But a dog is different.” At 35, he looks 50, and his gaunt face carries discolored scars from the falls and fights of three years on the streets. An upper incisor is missing, and his lower teeth jut outward against his lower lip, giving the impression that he can’t close his mouth. His baggy pants are about five inches too long and when he walks, their frayed ends drag on the ground. “You know something?” he asks, holding up the bottle. “I wasn’t stuck to this stuff until the cold got to me. Now I’ll freeze without it. I could go to Florida or someplace, but I know this town and I know who the creeps are. Besides, it’s not too bad in the summer.” Finishing the bottle, and not yet drunk enough to sleep out in the cold, he gathers his blanket around his neck and heads for the subways beneath city hall, where hundreds of the homeless seek warmth. Once inside, the game of cat-and-mouse begins with the police, who patrol the maze of tunnels and stairways and insist that everybody remain off the floor and keep moving. Sitting can be an invitation to trouble, and the choice between sleep and warmth becomes agonizing as the night wears on. For the first hour, Red shuffles through the tunnels, stopping occasionally to urinate against the graffiti-covered walls. Then he picks a spot and stands for half an hour, peering out from the large hood of his coat. In the distance, the barking of German shepherds echoes through the tunnels as a canine unit patrols the darker recesses of the underground. Nearby, a young man in a ragged trench coat stands against the wall, slapping his palms against his sides and muttering, “I’ve got to get some paperwork done. I’ve just got to get some paperwork done!” Red shakes his head. “Home sweet home,” he says. Finally exhausted, he curls up on the littered floor, lying on his side with his hands in his pockets and his hood pulled all the way over his face to keep the rats away. He is asleep instantly. Whack! A police baton slaps his legs and a voice booms, “Get the hell up, you’re outta here. Right now!” Another police officer whacks his nightstick against a metal grating as the twelve men sprawled along the tunnel crawl to their feet. Red pulls himself up and walks slowly up the stairs to the street, never looking back. Pausing at every pay phone to check the coin-return slots, he makes his way to a long steam grate whose warm hiss bears the acrid smell of a dry cleaner’s shop. He searches for newspaper and cardboard to block the moisture but retain the heat. With his makeshift bed made, he curls up again, but the rest is short-lived. “This s.o.b. use to give off more heat,” he says, staring with disgust at the grate. He gathers the newspapers and moves down the block, all the while muttering about the differences among grates. “Some are good, some are bad. I remember I was getting a beautiful sleep on this one baby and then all this honking starts. I was laying right in a damn driveway and nearly got run over by a garbage truck.” Stopping at a small circular vent shooting jets of steam, Red shakes his head and curses: “This one is too wet, and it’ll go off sometimes, leaving you to freeze.” Shaking now with the cold, he walks four more blocks and finds another grate, where he curls up and fishes a half-spent cigarette from his pocket. The grate is warm, but soon the moisture from the steam has soaked his newspapers and begins to gather on his clothes. Too tired to find another grate, he sets down more newspapers, throws his blanket over his head and sprawls across the grate. By morning he is soaked. At the St. John’s Hospice for Men, close to the red neon marquees of the porno shops near city hall, a crowd begins to gather at 4 p.m. Men and women dressed in ill-fitting clothes stamp their feet to ward off the cold and keep their arms pressed against their sides. Some are drunk; others simply talk aloud to nobody in words that none can understand. Most are loners who stand in silence with the sullen expression of the tired and hungry. A hospice worker lets in a stream of women and old men. The young men must wait until 5 p.m., and the crowd of more than 200 are asked to form four rows behind a yellow line and watch their language. It seems an impossible task. A trembling man who goes by the name Carper cries, “What goddam row am I in!” as he pulls his red wool hat down until it covers his eyebrows. Carper has spent five to six years on the streets, and thinks he may be 33\. The smell of putrid wine and decaying teeth poisons his breath; the fluid running from his swollen eyes streaks his dirty cheeks before disappearing into his beard. “Am I in a goddam row? Who the hell’s running the rows?” he swears. An older man with a thick gray beard informs Carper he is in Row 3 and assures him it is the best of them all. Carper’s face softens into a smile; he stuffs his hands under his armpits and begins rocking his shoulders with delight. Beds at the shelters are scarce, and fill up first with the old, the very young, and women. Young men have little hope of getting a bed, and some have even come to scorn the shelters. Says Michael Brown, 24: “It stinks to high heaven in those places. They’re just packed with people and when the lights go out, it’s everybody for themselves.” Michael, a short, self-described con man, has been living on the streets three years, ever since holding up a convenience store in Little Rock. He fled, fearing capture, but now misses the two young children he left behind. He says he is tired of the streets and plans to turn himself in to serve his time. Michael refuses to eat at the soup kitchens, preferring to panhandle for a meal: “I don’t like to be around those people. It makes you feel like some sort of crazy. Before you know it, you’re one of them.” He keeps a tear in the left seam of his pants, just below the pocket; when he panhandles among commuters, he tells them that his subway fare fell out of his pants. When that fails, he wanders past fast-food outlets, waiting for a large group eating near the door to get up and leave. Then he snatches the remaining food off the table and heads down the street, smiling all the more if the food is still warm. At night he sleeps in the subway stations, catnapping between police rounds amid the thunder of the trains. “Some of these guys sleep right on the damn floor,” he says. “Not me. I always use two newspapers and lay them out neatly. Then I pray the rats don’t get me.” It was the last swig of the bottle, and the cheap red wine contained flotsam from the mouths of three men gathered in a vacant lot in northeast Philadelphia. Moments before, a homeless and dying man named Gary had vomited. The stench and nausea were dulled only by exhaustion and the cold. Gary, wheezing noisily, his lips dripping with puke, was the last to drink from the half-gallon jug of Thunderbird before passing it on, but no one seemed to care. There was no way to avoid the honor of downing the last few drops. It was an offer to share extended by those with nothing, and there was no time to think about the sores on the lips of the previous drinkers or the strange things floating in the bottle or the fact that it was daybreak and time for breakfast. It was better to drink and stay warm and forget about everything. Though he is now dying on the streets, Gary used to be a respectable citizen. His full name is Gary Shaw, 48, and he is a lifelong resident of Philadelphia and a father of three. He once worked as a precision machinist, making metal dies for casting tools. “I could work with my eyes closed,” he says. “I was the best there was.” But he lost his job and wife to alcohol. Now his home is an old red couch with the springs exposed in a garbage-strewn clearing amid abandoned tenements. Nearby, wood pulled from buildings burns in a 55-gallon metal drum while the Thunderbird is passed around. When evening falls, Gary has trouble standing, and he believes his liver and kidneys are on the verge of failing. His thighs carry deep burn marks from sleeping on grates, and a severe beating the previous night has left bruises on his lower back and a long scab across his nose. The pain is apparent in his eyes, still brilliant blue, and the handsome features of his face are hidden beneath a layer of grime. By 3 a.m., Gary’s back pains are unbearable, and he begins rocking back and forth while the others try to keep him warm. “Ah, please God help me. I’m f — — — ing dying, man. I’m dying.” Two friends try to wave down a patrol car. After 45 minutes, a suspicious cop rolls up to the curb and listens impatiently to their plea: “It’s not drugs, man, I promise. The guy was beat up bad and he’s dying. Come on, man, you’ve got to take us to the hospital.” The cop nods and points his thumb toward the car. As Gary screams, his two friends carefully lift him into the back seat for the ride to St. Mary Hospital. In the emergency room, half an hour passes before a nurse appears with a clipboard. Address: unknown. No insurance. After an X ray, Gary is told that a bone in his back may be chipped. He is advised to go home, put some ice on it and get some rest. “I don’t have a goddam home!” he cries, his face twisted in pain. “Don’t you know what I am? I’m a goddam bum, that’s what, and I’m dying!” After an awkward moment, he is told to come back tomorrow and see the radiologist. The hospital pays his cab fare back to the couch. Gary returns in time to share another bottle of Thunderbird, and the warm rush brings his spirits up. “What the hell are we doing in the city?” asks Ray Kelly, 37, who was once a merchant seaman. “I know a place in Vermont where the fishing’s great and you can build a whole damn house in the woods. There’s nobody to bother you and plenty of food.” Gary interrupts to recall fishing as a boy, and the memories prior to his six years on the street come back with crystal clarity. “You got it, man, we’re all getting out of here tomorrow,” he says with a grin. In the spirit of celebration, King, a 34- year-old from Puerto Rico, removes a tube of glue from his pocket with the care of a sommelier, sniffs it and passes it around. When the sun rises, Ray and King are fast asleep under a blanket on the couch. Gary is sitting at the other end, staring straight ahead and breathing heavily in the cold air. Curling his numb and swollen fingers around the arm of the couch, he tries to pull himself up but fails. When another try fails, he sits motionless and closes his eyes. Then the pain hits his back again and he starts to cry. He won’t be getting out of here today, and probably not tomorrow either. 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