Last week, when I went to my friend’s retirement party, I saw people that I had not seen in like in quite some time. When I came to San Diego, at 36 years old, I worked with a group of people that we were essentially around the same age, there were some that were like 5 years younger than I and then there were some 5 years older than I but there was a big group of us (about 30 people) that was all around the same age. Even though, we all came from different backgrounds, cultures, ethnicities and education but we had a commonalty of age and children in grade school.
One of my favorite persons ever is Maria, I sat right next to her and how we became friends is that she was talking to her sister in Spanish about a party she had attended and how ugly the baby was at the party. As soon as Maria got off of the phone, I asked her did the baby have some sort of defect. Maria said “Oh my god, you understand Spanish?” We laugh about it to this day.
I had not seen my friend, Maria, because she retired long ago and moved to Tijuana. One of the things that she had told me at the retirement party is that her only child, a daughter, had become hooked on meth and she is in prison serving 5 years.
People love pointing a finger at the homeless as drug addicts and they maybe addicts but they are someone’s child, sibling, or parent.
As I am out and about, I can always tell when someone is new to being homeless because their suitcase is not yet tattered and their clothes are still somewhat clean. A lot of homeless people are not drug addicts they just didn’t make enough money to pay the rent when their roommate moved out.
I hate when I see people rummaging through the dumpsters not only looking things of value but they are looking for food.
We get lots of freebies and I put together a bag of deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush, body wipes, Zevia drink, Trolli candy, crackers and napkins. I put the bag nest to a dumpster in a random alley in my neighborhood, in my community.
We don’t have any soup kitchens in my neighborhood, the homeless have to walk downtown to get to Father Joe’s kitchen or housing. Although, I have seen a van that is part of a police department that collects data on the homeless or something like that and it’s probably take a person about 2 or 3 hours to walk to wear I saw that van.
I am trying to give what I can and it may not seem like much but you sure can walk farther if you have something on your stomach!