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Not just faces, they do have names

28 Thursday Jun 2018

Posted by A Star on the Forehead in Daily Life, Finding Me

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“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
” Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.” ― Alexandre Dumas

A couple of days ago I was walking through Grand Central and a man on a wheelchair looked familiar.  He reminded me of Milton.  Please see here for a post about Milton– https://atomic-temporary-33385295.wpcomstaging.com/2013/07/16/milton-my-new-friend/

He had his back to me as I passed.  I went by him and then turned around and went back.  It could have been Milton.  I had to make sure.  I approached him and said: Milton?  He said: no.  I asked what was his name and he said: Cedric.

I was a bit sad it was not Milton, but then again I like thinking he is living comfortably in an apartment somewhere in NY City.   I asked Cedric where he lives and he said he sleeps in a shelter. I asked him if he knew Milton.  He said they never crossed paths.

I thought for a second  about the fact that Cedric didn’t say he lives in a shelter.  He said he sleeps in a shelter. A shelter is just a place to sleep at night.  Laura (I am talking about her next) told me that on rainy days she had to go and sit in a diner because she could stay in the shelter.  I cannot imagine not having a place to call home, a place to actually live at.  We that do have a place to call home are so blessed.  Think about that for a second.

Anytime I saw Milton I would stop and talk, and also give him a couple of dollars.  More important than the money I think it was the time and attention. He was always smiling. He had told me that the city of New York was getting him an apartment but it was going to be far, not in Midtown, probably in the Bronx somewhere.  Every month was the same story, NY City is working on the apartment.  It is coming soon.  I held on to that hope along with him.

“Love is not patronizing and charity isn’t about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same — with charity you give love, so don’t just give money but reach out your hand instead.” – Mother Teresa

Then after months of not seeing him on the same corner on 40th Street and Madison Avenue, I saw him in Grand Central Station looking worse for wear. He seemed beaten, weathered down, deflated, but still he had a smile for me. We didn’t talk much.  He was not himself.  It saddened me.  I never saw him again.

He comes to mind often. When that happens I say a prayer that he is well.

“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.”  – John Holmes

After Milton I met Laura.  She sat in front of Starbucks.  In the beginning she seemed so out of place.  She was clean, well fed, and slowly I saw her become a shell of herself.  She still had a smile on her face and a plan for the future if only she could get to California.  If she got there she would have a home and she would go to school.  That is easy I thought to myself: I can buy her the ticket.  Then she added that she couldn’t go yet because she had had lost all her documents.  There were people helping her with that.

One day she said that she and others ladies in her same situation had been abused by this one guy and there were new lawyers helping her with that case.  Every week was a story and I became discouraged.  I started to doubt the she would ever leave the streets.  Her stories seemed to be more for my benefit, to show me that there was a plan and it was in motion.

I would tell her a bit about myself and about my sister moving here.  She never forgot the things I had told her.  She would ask about my sister, etc.  And then one day I stopped seeing her.  Same as in with Milton, I hope that not seeing her again is a good thing. I hope that things worked out well for her. She is only 27 or 28 years old.

“You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.” – John Bunyan

Now, there is Matthew.  He sits on the corner of 34th Street and Madison Avenue.  He has become a friend.  He always insists on holding my hand to say thank you.  He greets me with the hugest of smiles.  He said that he was going to be on the corner until June.  His father is getting married and he will go to live at his father’s house.

The other day my co-worker was going out to run some errands at lunchtime.  I asked her to get Matthew some empanadas from the Cuban restaurant.  He gets very excited about them.  When she returned she said he had a different sign.  He didn’t have the usual one asking for help.  He had one thanking everyone that has helped him.  I thought to myself: Awesome, he is saying good bye.  It is June, he will be gone.  I stopped seeing him.  I was so happy he was gone.  I pictured him in a house in the country doing work in the backyard.

Then today there is Matthew back on the corner again. He said that he went and saw his father, all is great, but now he has to work out the logistics. I don’t know what that means.

“We only have what we give.” – Isabel Allende

I talk, I ask questions but not too many.  I don’t want interfere or try to fix their lives.  The problem is a complex one.  Unless I am willing to adopt them and take them into my care, I can’t really meddle.  I can’t fix their lives.  Only they can do that if given the chance.

And that is what I pray for.  I pray that they get a chance, a direction, opportunities and possibilities.   I pray for all the Miltons, all the Lauras, all the Matthews, and all others.  May they find the strength, may they find a way. Homelessness shouldn’t mean hopelessness.

It scares me to think that some people are just a paycheck away from ending up in a corner.

Don’t just learn, experience.
Don’t just read, absorb.
Don’t just change, transform.
Don’t just relate, advocate.
Don’t just promise, prove.
Don’t just criticize, encourage.
Don’t just think, ponder.
Don’t just take, give.
Don’t just see, feel.
Don’t just dream, do.
Don’t just hear, listen.
Don’t just talk, act.
Don’t just tell, show.
Don’t just exist, live.” – Roy T. Bennett

 

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Can beggars be choosers?

11 Thursday Jan 2018

Posted by A Star on the Forehead in Daily Life, Food

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You probably heard the saying “Beggars can’t be choosers”, but can they?

This morning as I exited the train and was walking through the lower level of Grand Central Station I noticed that there was a man next to the ordering line at Zaro’s Bakery.  It seemed he was asking people in line for something.  I assumed he was asking for food.

I will stop dead in my tracks if I see someone that I think is hungry.

I approached cautiously as nowadays I cannot be sure of somebody’s mental state.  I have been yelled at before.

The following exchange ensued:

Me: Can I get you something?

He seemed unsure for a second but then he said:  tea with sugar

Me: Would you like something to eat?

Looking at the food cases displaying all kinds of pre-made sandwiches and other items, he said:  perhaps 2 boiled eggs.

Me: That is it? What about a sandwich?

He answered:  Perhaps some cheese.  If I get one of those (he pointed to a wrap sandwich) it will be a waste.  I don’t eat meat, lettuce, tomato, and those other stuff.

Then he added: I am homeless but I am a picky eater.

I smiled. Before I could say anything, the server, who had been waiting and listening to this exchange said: What about a grilled cheese?

He seemed thrilled with that suggestion and responded:  yes I like that!

I paid for the tea, eggs and grilled cheese and gave him the change.  I wished him a blessed day and walked away as he stayed and waited for his grilled cheese.

A choosy beggar made my day!

Now looking back, and perhaps if I was not one of those New Yorkers always in a hurry, I should have asked him the reason why he eats what he eats.  I should have asked him his name and his story.  I am always curious about how a person arrived at a certain situation.  I also want them to feel that someone cares.

Next time…

“I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.”  – Kahlil Gibran

 

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Is trying to help good enough?

09 Saturday Dec 2017

Posted by A Star on the Forehead in Daily Life, Finding Me

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“When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.”  – Maya Angelou

Anytime I do anything for anyone I think it was not good enough or it was done incorrectly.

Now at Christmas I struggle with buying gifts and giving tips.  I don’t know what to get. For the people that I give cash to, I don’t know how much to give.  If I buy someone a gift I think I should have bought something else.  Or I should have spent more money.  Or I should have bought two gifts. It is a constant nagging feeling.

At this time of the year I give to a few charities.  Again I second guess myself with which charities to help and how much to give.

Does anyone else suffer with that “never enough” or “not good enough” feeling?

“A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.” -Steve Maraboli

The day before Thanksgiving, the concierge in my building called to say I had a package waiting for me downstairs.   When I got to the lobby I encountered her and a man I had never seen before fumbling with a First Aid kit. His hand was dripping blood.

I asked what happened and if he needed help. He jokingly said: I do if you are a nurse. I said I was not.  He said he had gotten locked out of his apartment and while forcing the door handle it broke and it cut him.

I asked him if he wanted to come up to my apartment and wash up and dress the wound properly. He said: really? You don’t mind?

I said: of course not! Come.

We got to my apartment and I directed him to the bathroom where I got him larger Band-Aids, peroxide, Neosporin, cotton balls, paper towels, etc. The blood was refusing to stop flowing. The cut was much deeper than I originally thought.

I offered to drive him to the hospital to get stitches but he refused.  He said he would go the following day if need be.  Right now he would just wait for his girlfriend to get home with the apartment keys. They had just moved in a couple of weeks before.

I helped him apply pressure for awhile, then pour peroxide and apply Neosporin.  We  put 3 large Band-Aids on top of each other. After that he thanked me profusely and hugged me good bye.

As soon as he left I started second guessing myself. I started listing in my head all the things I could have done better. I should have taken control of the situation and lifted up his hand to stop the bleeding. I should have told him to wait for his girlfriend sitting comfortably in my apartment instead of letting him leave before she had arrived.  I should have offered him something to drink/eat.

I continued thinking about it until I went to bed taking awhile for me to fall asleep.  Why do I do that?  Why do I torture myself with such thoughts when there is nothing I can do at this point?

I know that I did all I thought to do at that moment. Shouldn’t that be enough?  Why can’t I be okay with that knowledge?

“You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.” – John Bunyan

On Thursday as I was getting to work, there was a figure sitting on the corner of the street past my office building.  From far I couldn’t tell gender, age, anything, as the person had a blanket on their head. Instead of getting into my building I went to the corner and approached the person.  I said hi, how are you?  I know that is a stupid question to ask someone in that situation.

A young man lifted his head and looked up at me startled. I saw fatigue and emptiness in his eyes.  I took $20 dollars from my bag and was handing it to him but before he could take it I pulled it away for a second and said:  Do you promise to buy yourself a hot breakfast with it?

Seeming elated he said: Yes, yes, I am going now and pointed to Dunkin Donuts a few doors down.  As he said that he was getting up and going. He left his belongings and took off.

I was happy that he was getting food, but I immediately regretted my attitude.

Why did I need to tell him how to spend the money?  Any time I give money to a homeless person I don’t know how the person is going to spend it.  I give it with heart, gratitude and hope that they will get something to eat.  Ultimately what they choose to do is on them.

I felt ugly by not handing the money until he agreed to get something to eat. In a way I was exercising power over someone less fortunate than me at that moment.  It didn’t feel right.

At times when I am helping others it is as if my brain stops functioning. I just react.  A few minutes later, when my brain has a chance to analyze it I start finding faults with my actions.

Another area for me to work on.  Do what you think it is good at that moment. But if for some reason you think you fell short, don’t chastise yourself! Just tell yourself you will do better next time and move on.

Now I feel bad I made this post all about me while it could have been about helping others or the homelessness crisis in America.

I think it is about time I go back to searching for ways to volunteer my time and energy.

“The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.” – Barack Obama

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