Thursday, March 14, 2013

Homelessness, Parkinson's, and Kindness


On our way back to our car after enjoying a wonderful evening with my family at the Wizards game --a wonderful Christmas gift from my daughter, my wife and I came upon a group of homeless people all lined up on a grate fast asleep covered in layers of matching blankets, probably given to them by an organization or person in hopes of providing some comfort. It was a surreal site to see them laying there in this metropolis as people walked by almost oblivious to their existence. My heart sunk as I looked into their faces, eyes tightly shut, smudged with dirt, free for a few hours from their reality before they awoke to it again. Six human beings seemingly discarded, like broken furniture that no longer served a purpose. I do not know what happened in their life that led them to this point, what adversity or bad choice set them to this path. I just knew that they were my brothers and sisters, human beings like me and you and it hurt to see them like this.

I know how difficult life can be sometimes.  Parkinson’s has taught me that, but I lead a blessed life, held up by the love and support of friends and family. I wonder if any of their lives would be different if the people in my life were in theirs. Would they be sleeping on a grate with no place to call home?  I don’t think so. At what point in their lives would a word of encouragement, an intervention, or bit of guidance, or to hear the words I love you perhaps for the first time from someone, possibly change the course of their lives.

We can protect ourselves by choosing not to care to avoid the hurt and sadness, overwhelmed by the enormity of the problems of other people, or we can chose to do something.  We can all make a difference in each other’s life with a simple act of kindness like the matching blankets that at least kept people warm that night.

From all of us who face adversity in life to all the people who choose to be their brother’s and sister’s keeper, thank you for that blanket of kindness.    

I'm Pat Younts and I Move to Live.

  

3 comments:

  1. Yeah, Pat. Very eloquent and fitting for me. After six days without power . . . well, my heart goes out to these folks. Thanks for the powerful reminder. Soldier on, my friend.

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  2. Pat,
    And you area blessing to our lives. Thank you for being our son-in-law.
    Willa & Floyd

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  3. Pat,aside from being a wonderful writer, you are an aspiring artist! Great painting and blog! For all of the times we should be struck down by lightning,(especially at the gym) I think the other deeds save us from becoming crispy critters! What is it about the gym??

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