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Homeless Help


Today, I was in my car at an intersection and there was a homeless man with a cardboard sign at the exit ramp.  His sign said he had not eaten in two days.  I felt sorry for him and started going round in my head how I could help.  He was 2 lanes over from me standing in the cold and rain.  I knew that the light was going to change before I could motion to him.  I wanted to help.  I believe that giving is a way to express my gratitude that all my needs are met.  I always want to help.  I am not comfortable with how to help. 

I know I can give him some money and often do.  Today, someone in the lane next to him did just that.  I couldn't help but think of a dog getting a treat.  The whole procedure of opening your window and holding something out for a person.  And the man came trotting up to the window with his head hanging down and nodding thanks.  It doesn't seem to offer dignity.  Yet, what would? 

It is my desire to treat all people with humanity and dignity.  I find myself trying to nod, smile, and look the person in the eye when I give them food or money, and even if I am just looking at them from another lane.  It feels uncomfortable and somehow wrong.  I am uncomfortable not offering help and uncomfortable offering help, such as it is.  I don't know how others handle it or if I am the only person that feels this way. 

I don't see a solution.  I don't really see an alternative.  I know I could easily be that person on the corner and that truth frightens me.  I don't feel entitled or special, I feel blessed.  I know that an unexpected expense or illness or a couple of bad turns and I would be in that situation.  I feel extremely grateful for my life and I give to those who don't have the same comforts as a thank you for mine.  So, for now, I will give money or food when I can and live with feeling emotionally uncomfortable until a better option presents.
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  1. Dennis TardanJanuary 9, 2014 at 9:38 AM

    You beautifully articulated the complex feelings and the willingness to do what you can and be willing to grow in your understanding and compassion. Thank you, darling Melissa

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