This poem sounds to me like one Leonard might have written, or at least appreciated: "I have shed enough blood to know that the wound is the place where the light enters you"
What do you think of homeless people? If you’ve never actually talked to one, how can you possibly know what you should think?
For all of her life, she had been unintentionally discriminating against the homeless population. She had assumed homeless people must all be crazy or doing drugs, she said.
But when her daughter took a field trip to San Francisco to work with the homeless population, Mayer learned differently.
Because she didn’t feel comfortable allowing her daughter to go on the mission trip alone, Mayer attended as well.
There, she met with a young homeless woman who changed her views on homeless people.
“I had thought they were crazy, addicts or filthy,” Mayer said. “My whole outlook toward homeless people completely changed.”
She returned home and after about three years of working with the local homeless population through her church’s youth group, she started the nonprofit YouthHope Foundation.
Snow in Bend Me Shape me is one of the lucky ones. She has family if only she will let herself trust them.
“Having mental illnesses doesn’t mean a person can’t be highly intelligent and extremely successful professionally”
You probably know, if you’ve been following this blog, that the main character in my second Street Stories suspense novel, Bend Me, Shape Me, has a main character who is diagnosed as bi-polar.
What most people probably don’t know, is that my dad was bi-polar also. This didn’t get diagnosed until later in life. I was already married and out of the house by then, so not as aware of the toll this took on my mother and younger siblings. Looking back, I guess I can see signs of it before then. He was quick-tempered sometimes and prone to bouts of extravagance, though quite frankly that seemed more like his passionate Italian heritage showing. I never remember seeing him depressed as I was growing…
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Do you think I’ve been trying to make it sound like the homeless are all misunderstood heroes simply in need of a hot meal and a white horse? I tell you that’s not at all the case. It ain’t pretty living on the streets, and sometimes neither are the residents. There are junkies and gang members and tweakers and thieves out there, it’s true. But how will you know them from the trustworthy, deserving, good-hearted, and loving individuals unless you take time to learn their story?
In Chicago, Heroin is literally oozing from the streets… Much of the gang related gun violence is connected to the heroin market. If you think you can do heroin just one time, maybe while at a party with your friends – think again.
This is one of the top stories picked up recently by my Paper.li newletter Street Stories, thanks to a tweet by @sherridamoore. While this pastor pulled a “trick” on people, there is an underlying truth in what happened. How many deserving, talented and kind individuals are we turning a blind eye to when we refuse to treat people without homes with human decency?
Pastor Jeremiah Steepek transformed himself into a homeless person and went to the 10,000 member church that he was to be introduced as the head pastor at that morning.
He walked around his soon to be church for 30 minutes while it was filling with people for service, only 3 people out of the 7-10,000 people said hello to him. He asked people for change to buy food – no one in the church gave him change. He went into the sanctuary to sit down in the front of the church and was asked by the ushers if he would please sit in the back. He greeted people to be greeted back with stares and dirty looks, with people looking down on him and judging him.