My 5 year old daughter often makes me stop and think when she asks her innocent "simple" questions that aren't so simple. Today was another example. First a little background on this topic of conversation.
Last week, my 3 daughter's and I went out to find a place to go for a run. Yes, amazingly enough, I've taken up running and am quite enjoying it. (It's only been 4 weeks and with my running group, we are up mostly walking with running added in, building up to more running. My two oldest daughter's are coming to the running clinic with me. ) Since my husband wasn't home, we wanted to find a track to run at so my youngest could play in the center field and we could run/walk the track. The first school we went to had about 6 soccer practices going on so that didn't work. Then we went to another field and that had baseball games going on everywhere. So we went to a highschool not far from our house that has a big parking lot behind and thought we would run there. Pulled in, no one around, looking good. Pull up to park by a big dumpster and all of a sudden a bottle comes flying out. We all looked to see if we had seen right, and another bottle comes flying out. And then a very large man dressed in black, with long black/grey very big hair and beard climbs out of the dumpster. Of course the questions start "Why is that man in the garbage? What is he doing? Why is he taking bottles?" So I had to explain that he was probably homeless and was looking for bottles to turn in for money. "Why is he homeless?" Wow, why is the sky blue? Could be a number of reasons sweetie - he may have lost his job, he may be addicted to drugs, he may have health issues among other reasons. "Where does he live?" Possibly a homeless shelter though from the looks probably in the bushes. "Where does he change his clothes?" In the bushes, or in a public bathroom? "Where does he put his stuff?" He probably doesn't have a lot of stuff and keeps it with him traveling from place to place so that it doesn't get stolen.
Today at the school, I picked up a whole bunch of boxes of soaps, toothbrushes, jeans, pillows, blankets and such that the school had gathered to give to the Franciscan Sisters of Atonement in Vancouver. They run a food and clothing program for the homeless in Vancouver. As I'm putting the boxes in the car, my daugher asks "What is this stuff for?" It is for the homeless men in Vancouver. "Are we going to go put it in the garbage?" (She was remembering the homeless man in the garbage last week - while it was kind of humorous in a way, it also really hit home the situation homeless people are in.) No, sweetie, Dad is going to take it downtown and bring it to the Sisters who will give it to the men who come to them for help. "Oh, okay" and all is well in her world.
I can't even begin to imagine how the daily struggle of life must be for someone who is homeless. Reminds me to look on them with kindness and compassion as I have no idea what struggles in life have brought them to this place or what their daily life is like. Yes, some choose to live this life, but many are brought there by tragic circumstances or mental illness. Say a little prayer of thanks for the roof over our heads and that those who are homeless will find food and shelter for another night.
Michele