One thing I'll never get over is how much street folk desperately need to be seen as human. Today a recently beaten fellow asked me for a coffee, but what happened next was the heartbreaker. As I was making eye contact, his eyes welled up & he apologized. For what? He said for burdening me, because it was his fault he'd been beaten, because he'd said bad words. Just meeting him human to human was enough to spark his shame. He limped off then like so many: in need of therapy that will never come.
One starfish at a time. 💛 We have to hope that any kindness shown will only grow.
@MLClark Exactly. What I hate is when I have nothing to give or I don’t feel safe so I don’t want to flash a wallet, because of erratic behavior or what not and I know there’s nothing I can say or offer, but I know they need more than that.
It just puts my heart in a vice grip.