I started writing a post about what I did today and when I went back to read it, it sounded very self righteous and condescending and I didn't like how it came out, so I'll try again, simply relating what hubby and me did with a group of seven others.
We fed the homeless. Simple as that. Not in a homeless shelter or a rescue mission or a soup kitchen or whatnot but on the streets of downtown San Diego. Actually, if you were to add it all up, we only made it to about four streets before we ran out of the supplies we had with us.
We went as part of a group called HydrateSan Diego (google it on FaceBook, I had the link for it here, but realized the link also included a lot of my personal info on Facebook that I didn't necessarily want to share) that a young lady from our church boyfriend had started in January of this year. He simply came up with the idea of taking food, water, other supplies out on the street to those that needed it. No questions asked if they qualified for this service or that service, what their income was, etc. If they needed it, they were welcome to take it.
I've never done anything like this before. I dabbled here and there helping the homeless, gave money to rescue missions, collected food for food kitchens, delivered meals to shut ins on Thanksgiving, but never walked the streets face to face with those unfortunate to be homeless.
I truly believe what a lot of people say that the majority of us are one or two paychecks away from being homeless ourselves. I truly believe not everyone living on the street is a drug addict or an alcoholic but are "average" people who made perhaps poor decisions or choices or were victims of a bad economy. I truly believe it is not a choice anyone makes to take to the streets and I'm sure it is a very hard life to deal with day after day after day.
There are major streets, more than one street, but major streets in downtown San Diego that have makeshift camps of the homeless. It breaks your heart driving by them when you see faces of despair, faces of lost hope, young, old, some with dogs, some in groups, some alone.
Today we brought supplies to those who lived on the street. Today those who needed it got a pair of new socks or two or three if they asked for them, something to drink, something to eat, warm clothes, a pair of shoes, a smile, a touch.
Today I was humbled and grateful for what I have. A warm house, a comfy bed, a fridge full of food, etc. There by the grace of God I could have been.
I was humbled with the man that asked everyone to be quiet so he could offer up a prayer to God thanking God for sending people to help with some things he needed.
I was humbled with the young girl who told me these were her family, even though she was related to none of them, but she had 50 members in her family.
All I know is I want to go out next month (they do this monthly) with more supplies, with blankets because it will be cooler here, with hats, gloves, etc., etc., etc to help as I can.
All I know is I was touched today. It was a profound experience I was so grateful to be part of.