Tuesday, October 01, 2013
I was thinking about how much difference a little bit of kindness could make and I remembered all the tough times I have had.
I was expressing to my boyfriend that I wanted to help some homeless people and he was being so judgmental and talking about how horrible homeless people are "they choose to be homeless". Then I was able to tell him that when I was 17, I was homeless. My dad went to prison and my mom moved away. I had a duffel bag of belongings that I kept with me and I stayed a week with a friend, then another friend, my sister, the womens shelter... whatever I had to do to make it through my senior year. I wasn't a horrible person and I appreciated any help I could get. I stayed with one friend in particular and her dad was always mad at me. I either ate too much lunch meat, or I used too many towels... I was uncomfortable every day. Then I remember my first night at the women's shelter, they had strawberries! Even when I lived with my parents, we never seemed to have fresh produce. When I asked if I could have some, they told me I could have whatever I wanted and the kitchen was full of food! It was an amazing feeling. I know that people go through tough times and I want to be able to shine a little light through their dark times.
I have been through too many difficult times to list everything here, but two years ago I had a house fire and I lost everything that I had ever owned. That is another situation that could have classified me as homeless again. If it wasn't for the kindness of others, I wouldn't have anywhere to go!
Anyways, a long story short, I am working on being there for other people.