A couple of weeks ago I blogged about Finer Things Thursday. Just as I experienced with the difference between talking about a homeless shelter and actually going to one, hearing about Finer Things Thursday and actually attending were very different experiences.
To begin with, I had to force myself to go to Finer Things. It was cold and windy outside, with a good chance of rain. But in light of not being selfish, I walked to the bus stop in my rain boots and jacket.
I was the first Poly student at Mitchell Park. The first people who I met were Kevin and Curtis, who were already there waiting for their warm meal. I sat and talked with them as more homeless people arrived. It amazed me how each person was different, from age 50 to mid-20s (roughly estimating.) I did notice, however, that everyone was male!
By the time other students began to arrive with food, there were about 15 homeless people looking forward to eating “la comida” – the theme was Mexican food. We put all of the food on one table and everyone made their plate.
The conversations during dinner truly opened my eyes to the lives’ of these people. I heard one man talking about how he had saved money for months to buy a bicycle from Sports Authority. He finally was able to buy it, and three days later it was stolen while he was using the restroom near the mission.
Another man, who was in his mid-20s, talked about losing his job and backpacking across California. As I sat next to him eating my dinner, I watched him eat his without barely taking a breath between bites. He said it was the biggest meal he had eaten for three days. I was absolutely amazed.
The next thing that shocked me was my own fault. During dinner, the breeze had turned into a strong wind. I was freezing – or so I thought. Without thinking, I complained about how cold I was. One man looked at me and said, “Try sleeping out here.” I was taken aback.
It’s easy to imagine something, but until you completely put yourself in someone else’s shoes, I believe it’s impossible to completely understand. Although these people knew that there was a cold night ahead, they were so grateful that there was no room for complaining in our conversations.
As I’ve said before, it’s easy to read about these poor people, but it’s nothing compared to experiencing what they go through. Standing outside in the cold for a few minutes is only a piece of this, and many people, like you and me, will only experience a little bit of this in our lives’.
