The man in the picture above? He is the face of homelessness. And I know him. But before I get ahead of myself, let me explain. During the month of December, myย Northwest Arkansas Blogger group (NWARKcares) is focusing on the issue of homelessness. Theย goal of our group is to bring awareness to a different cause each month. September was literacy. Literacy was easy for me. I love books and reading and have my own Little Free Library in the front yard. October and November? I didn’t do so well pushingย the topics of domestic violence and women in politics/leadership roles. No particular reason, they are both worthy, important topics, I was busy with other things. Excuses, excuses. And now December is homelessness. What better time than the holiday season to talk about the homeless? December is the time when people gather in their homes with family and friends. The weather outside is frightful and shelter is needed more than ever.
Homelessness makes me uncomfortable, sad, angry. The idea that in our country, a country of luxury, excess, and wastefulness, people are without basic necessities. Seriously, I can’t stand the thought of a homeless animal.ย The sweet cat that keeps showing up on my porch? I’m one bowlย of cat food away from adopting him.
Throughout America, thereย are many people one paycheck, one illness, one small setbackย away from being homeless. According to 7 Hills Center in Fayetteville, people become homeless in response to a variety of circumstances including home fire, loss of employment, change in family status, and health problems.
In America, on a single night in January 2013, there were 610,042 people experiencing homelessness in the United States, including 394,698 people who were homeless in sheltered locations and 215,344 people who were living in unsheltered locations. 23% were children. (The 2013 Annual Homeless Assessment Report to Congress)
It’s so easy for me to sit in my warm, comfortable house and push the idea from my mind. That’s why #NWARKcares is important. This group forces me to think about the unthinkable.
As a self-proclaimed homebody, home is vitalย to me. Home is my refuge, the place I recharge, part of my life force. Being homeless is one of the worst things I can imagine. Not that I can truly imagine it.
Now, back to the man in the picture. He’s been homeless for years. Heย lives in Dallas, in my former neighborhood. (I’ll simply refer to him as “J” for privacy reasons.) My neighbor has allowed Jย to live in his garage for years. And while he has a roof over his head, the garage has no heat, no air-conditioning, no running water. This isn’t a furnished garage, or a garage apartment. It’s a garage with a rollup door that’s filled with garage stuff.
Through the years, I talkedย with Jย nearly every day when I walked the dogs. Often he was the first personย I saw in the morning (my husband travels a lot).
Jย loves to read. Westerns are his favorite, and he reads the Dallas Morning News cover-to-cover every day at the local donut shop. He grew up inย Oklahoma. His childhood sounded normal with a brother and summer lake trips with family. He had loving grandparents. Although I never learned exactly where his life derailed,ย I know alcohol played a significantย role in his problems. Today, he survives on a small monthly government check and sends a portion each month to his two sons who are both in Texas prisons for separateย murder convictions.
This man is only one story. One face. One among hundreds of thousands.
So how can we regular folks make a difference? Volunteer your time and donate to local food banks. Drop whatever you can spareย in the Salvation Armyย red kettle outside your grocery store. Contact area homeless sheltersย and help. Share this post. Write your own.
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Salvation Army, NYC, Feliz Navidad
A very important issue at Christmas. A very important issue anytime. It is a shame that so many in our society are homeless and go to bed hungry, in our “land of plenty”.
Sad!!
Its hard. I’m right there with you…everyone has a story and a reason why. but mornings like today when it was so cold, my heart breaks.
I share your feelings about the homeless, both compassion and discomfort. Through the years, I’ve made donations to those who minister to them, handed sandwiches to men on street corners and whispered prayers as I moved on. Sometimes, I wonder what God will say to those of us who have lived in luxury while others were cold and hungry. It spurs me on to continue to do what I can. (I carry a stash of $1 bills this time of year for those red kettles. God bless the bell ringers.
Wonder what the girls would think about a cat? Hmmm