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just a childhood memory that taught me a lot about life.

i can't remember how old i was exactly, but my younger sister was still in her pram, so not more than 7 i would guess.
my mother, myself and both of my sisters are waiting at the train station in the city.

i'm watching this guy...a tramp...he's walking around, picking up cigarette butts from the floor, fishing them out of the bin, putting them in his pockets.

and i think "ewwww"

my mother stands up, walks over to him, pulls an envelope from her pocket and shares her rolling tobacco & papers into two.
as she hands him the envelope he has tears in the corners of his eyes.

at this point i'm trying hard to vanish...we're standing there, in public, next to this stinky tramp.
...but my mother is in no hurry. she smiles and says to him that she's been there herself. with that he relaxes and as we wait for our train he tells us a little about himself.

he's very well spoken. he used to have an office job, a nice house, a wife and kids...until the company down-sized, he lost his job, he couldn't pay the mortgage and he lost the house, his wife left him and took the kids because he wasn't providing...at first he stayed with friends but after weeks unable to get another job, well...

so he ended up sleeping rough.
because he had nowhere to wash and no address he couldn't get work...tears in his eyes again, that he couldn't get any job at all.

his last hope was a friend in another city. he'd begged for small change until he had enough for a ticket...he'd not been eating or buying tobacco, which was why he was looking through bins. he felt sure that after this train ride he would be able to turn things around.

he thanked her again...this time for being the first person in a long time who had seen him as a person.

and then we got on our train, leaving him on the station.

...i can't write for shite...but it's been on my mind.
i hope he made it back.
 
It's like that with a lot of the houseless in the U.S. too. Some are lazy, some are crazy, but some are just down on thier luck.
 
Nowadays the people searching the trash are more likely to be after bank statements and credit card numbers.
 
wow. that's amazing.

homeless people are rendered invisible by most people. and that is so unfortunate.

i was influenced by something i heard a long time ago that allen ginsburg had said about how dehumanizing it was to become homeless. he talked about being approached for money on the streets of new york city, and that even if he had chosen not to give that person any money, he still acknowledged their presence. he looked them in the eyes and expressed his regret that he could not help them at that time (or something to that affect). he found the alternative--ignore that individual--abhorrent. and it is, once one thinks about it.
 
Olivianna said:
wow. that's amazing.

homeless people are rendered invisible by most people. and that is so unfortunate.

i was influenced by something i heard a long time ago that allen ginsburg had said about how dehumanizing it was to become homeless. he talked about being approached for money on the streets of new york city, and that even if he had chosen not to give that person any money, he still acknowledged their presence. he looked them in the eyes and expressed his regret that he could not help them at that time (or something to that affect). he found the alternative--ignore that individual--abhorrent. and it is, once one thinks about it.
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If had a few bucks on me. I would give it to them. They need it more then I do.
 
dolf said:
just a childhood memory that taught me a lot about life.

i can't remember how old i was exactly, but my younger sister was still in her pram, so not more than 7 i would guess.
my mother, myself and both of my sisters are waiting at the train station in the city.

i'm watching this guy...a tramp...he's walking around, picking up cigarette butts from the floor, fishing them out of the bin, putting them in his pockets.

and i think "ewwww"

my mother stands up, walks over to him, pulls an envelope from her pocket and shares her rolling tobacco & papers into two.
as she hands him the envelope he has tears in the corners of his eyes.

at this point i'm trying hard to vanish...we're standing there, in public, next to this stinky tramp.
...but my mother is in no hurry. she smiles and says to him that she's been there herself. with that he relaxes and as we wait for our train he tells us a little about himself.

he's very well spoken. he used to have an office job, a nice house, a wife and kids...until the company down-sized, he lost his job, he couldn't pay the mortgage and he lost the house, his wife left him and took the kids because he wasn't providing...at first he stayed with friends but after weeks unable to get another job, well...

so he ended up sleeping rough.
because he had nowhere to wash and no address he couldn't get work...tears in his eyes again, that he couldn't get any job at all.

his last hope was a friend in another city. he'd begged for small change until he had enough for a ticket...he'd not been eating or buying tobacco, which was why he was looking through bins. he felt sure that after this train ride he would be able to turn things around.

he thanked her again...this time for being the first person in a long time who had seen him as a person.

and then we got on our train, leaving him on the station.

...i can't write for shite...but it's been on my mind.
i hope he made it back.
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There's a great lesson in there and you told it well. Thanks for sharing. :)
 
Olivianna said:
how is that even related to her initial post?
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Playing off M's post about the value to be had in dumpster-living...

What would, "Maybe he should have been a better father," have to do with the initial post? Too focused on outcome...

;) ;)
 
Olivianna said:
he still acknowledged their presence. he looked them in the eyes and expressed his regret that he could not help them at that time (or something to that affect). he found the alternative--ignore that individual--abhorrent.
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because if we all convince ourselves that it only happens to bad/stupid/lazy people then we can convince ourselves that we are immune.

...when in reality it could happen to almost anyone.
 
a lot of people in this country are literaly about one or two pay checks away from financial melt down - mortgaged up to the hilt - a bit of debt - you loose you're job and then the bills just hit you - as soon as finacial institutions get a sniff that you might not be able to service the debt they come down hard

If everything snowballed at once you can imagine normal individuals just buckling under the pressure - though it has to be pretty bad to actualy end up on the streets - but possible
 
It is unsettlingly easy to become a wanderer. I hesitate to tell my own story here, but I was touched by yours. Your mother sounds like my kind of woman.
 
SaintPeter said:
Even the best father can lose a job.
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Yeah, but chances are, his family's in it for thick or thin, and the moral of the story is in today's competitive environment one cannot ever sit still and feel safe...

But they don't teach that in school. Modern Secular school, stripped of religion, well, stripped of Christianity, teaches our good citizens to look for the Dole Queue. Don't you have a Salvation Army? Or is that just for us rubes and 'seeds?
 
Rambling Rose said:
It is unsettlingly easy to become a wanderer. I hesitate to tell my own story here, but I was touched by yours. Your mother sounds like my kind of woman.
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I lived out on the streets hitch-hiking around the South for two years, it was a lifestyle mentality that I had to change. Being "down on your luck," is a perception; another moral to take home if one reads the story stripped of warm and fuzzy. He could have at least stolen a loaf of bread...
 
I feel sorry for those who were born into it, for those who ran away to escape abuse, who were kicked out as kids, for those who took new drugs before we knew how bad they fucked you up, and the mentally ill.
dolf said:
because if we all convince ourselves that it only happens to bad/stupid/lazy people then we can convince ourselves that we are immune.

...when in reality it could happen to almost anyone.
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But I will never, ever, ever be homeless.
 
SaintPeter said:
Even the best father can lose a job.
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and only the shittiest can't get hired at McDonalds or the grocery store.

No sympathy.
 
dolf said:
just a childhood memory that taught me a lot about life.

i can't remember how old i was exactly, but my younger sister was still in her pram, so not more than 7 i would guess.
my mother, myself and both of my sisters are waiting at the train station in the city.

i'm watching this guy...a tramp...he's walking around, picking up cigarette butts from the floor, fishing them out of the bin, putting them in his pockets.

and i think "ewwww"

my mother stands up, walks over to him, pulls an envelope from her pocket and shares her rolling tobacco & papers into two.
as she hands him the envelope he has tears in the corners of his eyes.

at this point i'm trying hard to vanish...we're standing there, in public, next to this stinky tramp.
...but my mother is in no hurry. she smiles and says to him that she's been there herself. with that he relaxes and as we wait for our train he tells us a little about himself.

he's very well spoken. he used to have an office job, a nice house, a wife and kids...until the company down-sized, he lost his job, he couldn't pay the mortgage and he lost the house, his wife left him and took the kids because he wasn't providing...at first he stayed with friends but after weeks unable to get another job, well...

so he ended up sleeping rough.
because he had nowhere to wash and no address he couldn't get work...tears in his eyes again, that he couldn't get any job at all.

his last hope was a friend in another city. he'd begged for small change until he had enough for a ticket...he'd not been eating or buying tobacco, which was why he was looking through bins. he felt sure that after this train ride he would be able to turn things around.

he thanked her again...this time for being the first person in a long time who had seen him as a person.

and then we got on our train, leaving him on the station.

...i can't write for shite...but it's been on my mind.
i hope he made it back.
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This is a great story. It says a lot about your mom, and it certainly demonstrates your character that you reflect on it from time to time.

It's nice that you posted it here on the General Board where you can see how much the masses appreciate it. Oh, you can always count on those responses.

So, just to add my obnoxious take, if your mom understood people well enough to treat them like this, how is it you need therapy after dealing with her for a few hours?
 
marshalt said:
and only the shittiest can't get hired at McDonalds or the grocery store.

No sympathy.
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Today, in most areas, yes.

When and where dolf was growing up, perhaps not. Certainly would not have been the case when and where I grew up.
 
It's an amazing story and I agree, it said a lot about your mom as a human being. :rose:
 
Olivianna said:
wow. that's amazing.

homeless people are rendered invisible by most people. and that is so unfortunate.

i was influenced by something i heard a long time ago that allen ginsburg had said about how dehumanizing it was to become homeless. he talked about being approached for money on the streets of new york city, and that even if he had chosen not to give that person any money, he still acknowledged their presence. he looked them in the eyes and expressed his regret that he could not help them at that time (or something to that affect). he found the alternative--ignore that individual--abhorrent. and it is, once one thinks about it.
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this is so true
they do not even look at them
I always give them cash
people always say things about the money we give going to drugs and booze
who am I to judge them- sometimes that is all people have to live for
 
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