The People You Meet…

Did you ever have a night where you just felt down?  No really good reason, just…down.  I was feeling that way tonight, as I headed out to get some creamer from the convenience store, and maybe a Mocha Frappe from the health food store known as Mickey D’s. I’m not telling this story to talk about me, because I know darn near everyone here that reads this has done the same kind of thing. I’m telling you about the people that live among us, that every one ignores, looks away from, you know – the invisible ones.

I saw a man pushing a shopping cart, you know the type I mean. Thin. Clothes too big. A little jumpy. I watched him from the convenience store as he headed into the parking lot of the ‘health food store’.  He sat down at an outside table, lit a cigarette butt, and opened a bottle of water.  As I pulled in, I looked in his cart, because the line was long.  Some plastic bags. A backpack. Sheets of plastic for sleeping under.  How dare I feel down. What the hell was wrong with me?  So I motioned him over, asked if he’d eaten tonight.  “No ma’am, not today at all,” he replied.  I asked what he’d like. Two burgers. That’s all he asked for.  $ 3.30 of expense.  I asked about a drink.  He said he had water.  I insisted.  He’d take a Coke, please (yes, he said please).  I thought about my little pity party that I was having less than fifteen minutes before. I thought about this man.  I thought about the weird things that happen when you least expect them.

I paid for my order, got a separate bag so he could have his own, and drove back around to the other side. You’ll have to forgive me, because I’m a little weepy after this encounter.  When I came back around, he had a bag in his hand.  I handed him his food, and he handed me this wet plastic bag.  He said “You gave me something; friends give back.”  It was a bag of greeting cards with envelopes.  “I can’t mail anything, and the envelopes will keep getting wet in this rain and be ruined.  I bet you can use them.”  I was, well, humbled.  So I asked him his name, gave him a pack of cigarettes, and we chatted a bit.  He’s a Vietnam vet, a Marine, homeless. He does odd jobs and lives in a wood lot behind the Subway.  Gets his health care from the local V.A. – Prozac, Cinaquil (?) and something else. He’s got two sons serving over in the Middle East right now. He was clean, for a homeless guy.  I carry a lot of odd things in the car, as I meet folks like this from time to time.  I always carry a bug-out bag too.  I had a tent that someone else had given me, and I already have two tents.  So I gave that to him, and my sleeping mat.  I am pretty sure I can get another one before I go camping next time.  Some waterproof matches.  Some soap. Some disposable razors.  Dennis talked to me this entire time, very articulate for a guy who lost his lower plate.  He talked about ‘Nam, and his dishonorable discharge, because he learned to like killing while he was there, and that it has taken him a long time to get over that.  He has seen a lot of VA doctors. He talked about being a good carpenter before he was attacked during a riot in ’01.  His fingers are all broken and smashed; one is half gone.  He has a huge dent in his forehead where he was clubbed with a hammer.  He talks politics, religion, and finance. I asked if there was anything else he needed.  Some peroxide please, for keeping his gums clean.  Deodorant.  When I gave him the other things, he felt he needed to exchange something else.  He had a cigarette package full of utility knife blades. Asked me if I had a utility knife – yep, I do.  “Here,” he said.  “I only use them when I detail cars, and one blade lasts me a long time.  I’ll give you 2/3rds of them, because they won’t rust with you.”

So I have a list of supplies, and a date tomorrow with a homeless man.  I asked only that he would allow me to interview him, and photograph him, in exchange.  He thought a minute, and said okay.  Tune in tomorrow, for Dennis’ story.

Labels.  Drop them. Meet a fellow human being with no preconceived ideas.  Yes, he could be dangerous, as the mentally ill sometimes are.  He could be a lying sack of shit that’s on meth. But for me, he was a mirror. We never know where life will take us.  If I am ever he, I hope someone treats me with dignity and trust. I’ll trust the Big Guy upstairs with my safety.  He’s not let me down yet.

Look around. There are opportunities to be human everywhere. I don’t believe in heaven, or hell.  I believe in this life, in today.  It’s all I have.

Be well.

~SE

 

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  14 comments for “The People You Meet…

  1. July 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM

    I here you. Smiles. >KB

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  2. July 6, 2014 at 12:06 AM

    Gentle and wise observations. Yes!

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  3. July 6, 2014 at 12:15 AM

    I will absolutely be tuning in tomorrow. Thank you for the story 🙂

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  4. July 6, 2014 at 12:28 AM

    Life is a story, isn’t it? We just don’t get to make up the characters ahead of time, we simply have to be receptive. I suspect the story will be a little rambly 🙂 But it’s his story, and there are hundreds of thousands of them.

    Nothing cures a good little funk like a heavy dose of humility…

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  5. July 6, 2014 at 1:37 AM

    There are so many stories out there…looking forward to reading that of your new friend😊

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  6. July 6, 2014 at 2:58 AM

    There’s nothing like helping out someone else when you’re in a funk. I’ll tune in tomorrow…

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  7. alfredsalmanac
    July 6, 2014 at 5:59 AM

    Inspiring. Looking forward to your next post.

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  8. July 6, 2014 at 6:37 AM

    Moving story, thanks for sharing. Loved how you moved from your own pity party towards compassion for someone else

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  9. July 6, 2014 at 8:16 AM

    You, yes you, are an inspiration! Be safe, but keep on being you. I so look forward to the story.

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    • July 6, 2014 at 9:46 AM

      Thank you T, and I know someone else here that stayed up all night to be with a thirteen year-old girl who’s Dad is in a coma as a result of an accident on the 4th, after hosting a huge family outing all day. I hope you’ve gotten some sleep by now 🙂

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  10. July 6, 2014 at 8:37 AM

    Love that you looked past the outer shell and saw/felt the humanity. When I was a Guardian ad Litem, working with families in all kinds of disarray and poverty, I was always surprised at how much I had in common with them. I learned so much about how universal so many of our values are. Can’t wait to read the interview.

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    • July 6, 2014 at 9:54 AM

      You hit the nail on the head Brenda. We’re all more alike than different, for the most part. Having stayed in a homeless shelter 20+ years ago after a DV episode, I know how hopeless things can look and feel. While I believe we are all responsible for doing our own work to get from hopeless back to hope, sometimes just one person can make a difference in a day, to help you keep taking those steps.

      Dennis has short-term memory problems from his head injury – he may not remember me later today!

      Thanks for all the work you’ve done with others, and still do.

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