Wednesday, March 14, 2012

After reading A Far Cry from Home by Lisa Ferrill I was down trodden. Wondering as a person what can I do when there are so many agencies in the country that can do things for the homeless when I am but one person. In lieu of the recent tornadoes that hit so close to home in Kentucky, West Virginia, and here in Ohio. I have had some thoughts that were quite unsettling to me. Unsettling in the avenue that so many people reach into their hearts, and their wallets to try to help these people that tragedy has happened upon. In the back of my mind I wonder where are these people  when the man on the corner has nothing to eat, the woman has no idea where she can rest without repercussions. The child begging for a scrap from a plate of a stranger, not caring what may entail in sharing a meal with a stranger. What drives these homeless people to madness? Where is the helping hand to them? Tragedy has stricken them just as hard. But because they are living on the streets has it become acceptable? Have people become so complacent that they are what they are, but the victims of a disaster are more deserving? I don’t understand how the mind works. We as a people, a giving band of people should also consider those living on the streets with nothing to eat. With these disasters there has been more numbers added to the homeless, now our concern lies there? I just don’t get it. I had been having doubts about the role I could play as a social worker, about what one person, me, could do to help others and possibly make a change for others. These people have faces and they have names. What kind of person would I be if I allow the thoughts and actions of others make me complacent, in my thoughts and love of others. I am stating now for all who care to read this. One person can make a difference and that one person can be me, you or anyone else that chooses to stand up and be a part of this would not just an observer. I am not merely saying this because I think that people need to give money, when so many of us have very little. What I am suggesting is that if you have an hour or two, volunteer. Take the time to get to know these people who have also had tragedy passed on to them. Regardless of there reasons they are there now and they too need our help. Won’t you open up your mind and allow thoughts to sink in that that one day that could be us. Imagine how nice it would be to just talk to a person without stares and accusations about what happened to you, how did you end up here. Maybe a how are you, would you like to tell me a little about yourself? To some these may just be ramblings of one person and it may not touch anyone but if one person is compelled to step up, and step out, then it all is worth it. I once thought that I didn’t fit into the pretty little box portrayed by so many in the Social Work field. Maybe not but I have learned one thing and decided something for myself. If I don’t fit into your box I will make my own box, and do what I can from there.