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Funny thing about homeless people: they don’t like you to take pictures of them. They don’t want to be on camera and hate the cops. Homeless people actually like to talk, though, so I heard some stories today. The first guy that talked and talked was wearing a 49ers jersey and knew everyone – or so he said. He said he would get us in good with the Hell’s Angels if we moved to Walmart. He told us all about the cops that chased him yesterday with a helicopter and detained him for 2 hours before they released him. He said if the cops were going to show up to eat then he was going to have to leave because they were still after him. Then he went took two containers of food to the back of the building where there was cardboard and plastic set up in a “house-like” configuration.
It seemed the homeless that lived in the cardboard home were like a family. I met Mom who ruled the roost. She told everyone that she would take care of them and told them how to fill their containers of food and made sure they got meat, potatoes and vegetables. They couldn’t forget dessert or she would remind them. Mom called Patti Mom and told me Patti was better than her own mom because Patti cares about her and makes sure she gets food. Patti told me she feeds Mom about four days each week.
A young man shuffled up and asked to eat. He had parked his bicycle back by the cardboard home so I knew he was part of the group. I sat down next to him as he ate and he finally looked up a little. He said he couldn’t tell if the voices were real or in his head or if he was dead or alive. The young man said he had schizophrenia and bipolar disorder but he does not take his medications. He said he had not lived at home since he was 13 and he is now 20. He has been on the streets since he was 15. He was dirty and really not lucid. He did not even know how to serve himself and had to be served his food, along with a to-go container for later. He said he wants to do more with his life than the others. The others are just lazy, he said. He wants a career or at least a job to get started but everyone expects too much of him, he said. I asked him what was the hardest thing about being out there and he said it was that everything has been stolen from him, not just his stuff. People are mean. He asked Patti if they needed help at the Christmas tree lot and Patti said she would check and get back to him. He stood up in the middle of the conversation and said he needed a cigarette and walked away.
There was also a dog that was fed and loved by all the homeless people. As we were packing up, a man in a truck came by with some dog food for them and stopped for some dinner. He said he was a writer. He said he stopped by every day with dog food and other things for the people there. The man told me all about how Hinduism was the first religion ever and everything Jesus said was true, EVERYTHING, he said. I told him he got that right!
I learned lessons from my adventures into uncomfortable and tomorrow, being Friday, you will get to read my reflections.