I was sitting in a meeting with a room full of social workers, physicians and psychiatrists yesterday morning. We were all there to discuss various aspects of the organizations that we represent. The discussion turned to a philosophical discussion concerning spirituality. I kind of tuned out when someone then started talking about religion. I am kind of like that when a person associates spirituality with religion. Anyway, it was an enlightening discussion for all involved.
I find it very hard to walk past a woman who is sleeping on the street. It happened again to me tonight, where I just had this urge to go back and talk. I know I would not have slept that well unless I knew that I at least offered information concerning the various shelters around San Francisco.
We sat and talked about life. She told me how she is trying to kick heroin through Methadone maintenance and is attempting to get into a detox center. I asked her if she could appease me and she if there was an open shelter bed. She stated that she does not like shelters and felt comfortable sleeping where she was at, as the police did not bug her there. I left letting her know that she would be in my thoughts and prayers this evening and she thanked me.
Why or how did I get so far removed from society in the past? What caused me not to offer a smile or say a simple hello to someone as I passed them on the street? I look around this city and am amazed that we are like a bunch of zombies sometimes. We have to be here or we have to be there. What happened to a simple acknowledgment of another human being? It’s funny, but I almost feel more of a sense of community in the Tenderloin than I do in Nob Hill or North Beach. I guess that with all the adversities that one faces in the Tenderloin, there is a sense of community and fellowship that helps them overcome some of the most difficult struggles in life (crime, drugs, disabilities, etc.) together.
Appease me: Say hello to someone that you don’t know tomorrow.