Have you ever had the occasion to step over or walk around someone
sitting, lying, or sleeping on the sidewalk in a North American city? Perhaps the person was panhandling, maybe
sitting with a coffee cup asking for change.
How did you react? If you were in Canada, did you reach
in your pocket or purse for a loonie or toonie? Or did you look the other way and hurry on
by? Did you wonder who these people are
and how they got to such a state? Did
you assume they had chosen the street life because “There must have been an
alternative for them some where!" Perhaps
you muttered something to yourself or someone else about “Why don’t they just
get a job!”
At one time or another over the years, I confess I have done
most of those things. On my better days,
I have had enough compassion to suspend the questions or judgment and simply give
a little help. At other times the
questions or doubts have won out and I have looked or walked the other
way. Sometimes I have even felt afraid,
not because the homeless person was menacing (which seldom happens), but
because the situation was strange to me and beyond my comfort zone. I have personally witnessed homelessness in
at least four cities; Toronto, New
York, Miami, and even my lovely San Diego, in each case with
people literally sleeping on the sidewalk. I must tell you that, of all of those, Toronto
in January felt the most desperate with the mercury plummeting to
dangerous levels on bitterly cold winter nights.
In all the times I have encountered homelessness and street begging,
one thing I have never done, and probably never even considered, is to take the
time to make the acquaintance of the street person and get to know them. But that is exactly the strategy of Toronto street
worker, Tim Huff as described in his 2008 book Bent Hope: A Street Journal published
by Castle Quay Books. Huff invests the
hours, days, weeks, and often months it frequently takes before the person is
able to trust him enough to let him in.
The experiences chronicled in this little book provide a
brief glimpse into Huff’s daily encounters with the homeless. The author works with youth, so most of those he introduces us to are young;
often in their mid-teens. It is both enlightening
and chilling to learn exactly what their former life was like that made this desperate and dangerous existence preferable.
One might expect stories of homelessness to be depressing. While it is true that many of the stories do
not have a happy ending, the overall impression one receives from reading this
little book is one of hope; albeit a hope that is often "bent" just as the title
implies. Yet hope is real, and sometimes
Huff’s nights of listening and talking result in new beginnings and lives
saved.
I encourage you to find and read this little book, available here from Amazon. It will warm your heart and bring you hope. What's more, you will never look at homeless people the same again.
Posted by Carman
In 2003 I lost my job. It was shortly after a 3 week layoff for reserves were tapped.I found a job, shortly after coming home to eviction papers on my front door. I probably never would have been homeless. I have family, friends etc.But the experience taught me how fast it can happen to "normal" people. The term "There but for the grace of God" seems appropriate here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your experience Steve. It can and does happen to so "normal" people. Still, and certainly not to over simplify, Tim Huff suggests that the majority of people who are living on the street are there because of problems such as abuse and addictions among other reasons.
ReplyDeleteIn my view, there is a problem with the expression, "there but for the grace of God go I." The unintended inference is that God's grace was with speaker, but not with the person spoken about. I am sure you did not intend to suggest that.
Carman