I’ve spoken to many, many homeless people, nearly everyone I come across. What breaks my heart the most is you can never really tell how far someone has fallen from their own grace.
I pulled into the bank right now and happen to get a spot right up front. I literally pulled right up to a beautiful young homeless girl. She couldn’t have been older than 18. I got out, walked right up to her and asked her what happen? She said, “what do you mean?” I said what happen? “Well, I’ve been abused for a long time by my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, and I’ve finally had enough.” I said, great! Where is he now? “Northtown.” I said, first, fuck that guy. No one deserves to be abused. Ever. So, I’m very happy for you for sticking up for yourself. Are you hungry? “Yeah!” Cool, I’ll make this deposit and be right back. I walk back over and ask, is there anything you don’t like from El Pollo Loco? She thought I was punking her but I kept eye contact waiting for a response. She said, “no.” I went in and got her a combo meal. When I handed it to her she said thank you as kind as one could. This is while a dude with dreads was giving her $5. Humans can be wonderful. They really can. I then asked her, what are you going to do next? “Huh?” I said what’s next? You got out of what I imagine to be one of the biggest decisions of your life, what’s next? “I really just wanna go home.” Where’s home? “Sacremento.” I said, who’s waiting for you? “My parents.” Will they welcome you back in? “Yeah, but its just too expensive to get back…a Greyhound is $60 bucks.” I said hold on a minute. I went in my car and looked up Greyhounds from Las Vegas to Sacremento…$60 on the nose. I went back over to her and said you really wanna go home? “Yes.” I said Ok, I’ll give you the $60 on a few conditions. “What’s that?” You cut yourself a little slack. Whatever happened to you from that asshole was yesterday. Hell, it could’ve been 5 minutes ago, I have no idea but what I do know is you have a long road ahead of yourself. Kicking yourself in the ass over yesterday’s headline is not going to help you move on. Fair? “…Yeah.” That, and go home. I mean it. Go. Home. Nothing can heal a wounded soul like your parents – if they’re as nice as you say they are. GIve yourself another shot. What do you say? “Thank you so much. Thank you. YES!” I said do you need a ride? She said, “to the bus station….downtown?” I said yes. She thought about it and said…”This bus will take me right there. Thank you so much. Thank you. Can I give you a hug?” Of course! She walked to the corner bus stop and sat down. I watched her get on from two blocks away. From here I have no idea what happens to her but I hope she finds a new path in life. One that rewards her for being her.
If you made it this far, please for the sake of humanity, talk to people. Even people you don’t know. Sometimes, especially those you don’t. You never know where you fit into the timeline of life, how you may matter to someone, or what they may need from you.