When on the streets life isn’t easy. You shy away from people. I’m always holding my head down, embarrassed by my appearance. I don’t go in most businesses. They watch me or follow me. I get why, it’s just hard to experience.
People can be cruel or cold. It’s always amazing to me when one smiles at me or speaks. Let alone giving me something.
I was flying my sign when this lady handed me a large bag. She apologized for taking so long to get back. Sadly I didn’t recognize her. People tell me all the time that they will be back, but never do.
She told me there were a few dollars in it. I take it and continue flying my sign. Later I open the bag. To my shock, there was a $20 bill just laying there. There was a large thick winter coat I desperately needed. A couple hats to keep my head warm. A nice blanket and a mask to keep my face warm. Socks and sweaters folded neatly in it.
I felt like somebody had seen me.
Another lady gave me a bag she had packed up for me. It included clothing I really couldn’t use.
It was the thought that carried me.
The gesture was the real gift. They packed it up just for me. They actually thought of me. Like the lady who gave me and Jenny $20 each, came back and brought us food. She stopped again one day and gave me $5.
Her kindness really touched me, gave me hope.
A lady parked in the turn lane and motioned me over. “She had a large quilt in her trunk.” It was so thick and heavy. It smelled so good and was beautiful. Somebody tried to buy it from me, but I refused.
I would cuddle the blanket and smile. A gift that really counted.
People made bags for us and rode around with them. Some had a few bucks. They had socks, hand warmers, and hygiene products. They included snacks like crackers and bottled water. Usually they had notes or cards advertising a church. I always really enjoyed those and plan to carry them with me one day. I’m also going to keep blankets with me.
A man gave me his vape, which I was so grateful for. I remember thinking, he doesn’t have a vape now. It made me feel bad for a second.
I would smile anytime I looked at it. The gesture was more powerful than anything.
A man walked up on me at the Shell and gave me another coat. He didn’t speak any English.
The gifts were appreciated and definitely used. It was the thought that was priceless. It raised my spirits every time someone stopped for me. If you see one of us, smile at us or even speak. That is more valuable to us then any amount of cash.
Sometimes being seen is worth more than being giving anything.
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