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Oh my goodness peaches... I discover more in common about us almost every day lately... LOL... I spent almost a year in California (from NJ) traipsing around mostly living "on the streets", occasionally in a tent or van, or with whomever had a place to crash and took a liking to us that day or if we were lucky, that week. Haha... There was a pizza place in San Francisco that would give out the rest of their pizza at night when they closed. And a bakery that did the same... some shops handed out their daily leftovers rather than throw them away, so some people just knew they did it, so they'd show up at their back door at closing time. |
I also helped collect money to feed the homeless .... funny, I never used that word to describe us, we said "living on the streets". Maybe there were two differences. One might be the stigma attached to "homeless", and another might be that even though I swore I would NEVER call my dad for help, I guess I *could have* if it was really an emergency (and I eventually did.) So I was not TRULY without any family, it was just that my family was 3000 miles away and I chose to move away from them, and my moving "failed". Though I wouldn't take back the experience for anything.
Sorry... back to food... I collected money for food for the homeless, which fed a handful of people, myself included. I also helped out a few times at a soup kitchen, also eating there.
FOOD is such a necessity, and such a DESIRE. And there's potential for greed there, which may go unnoticed because we think we NEED FOOD.... what I mean is, when I was hungry and without a place to sleep, I imagined the people wishing for a million dollars. I didn't wish for that, I wished for a nice cozy soft warm bed and a refrigerator full of food. That was my "biggest" dream. Actually all I wished for was one day's worth of eating something and sleeping somewhere safe, but that image of a soft, white, warm bed & a refrigerator was heaven....
THEN.... or should I say NOW.... that I have a nice warm bed & a fridge.... I look in it, full of food and think... Oh, I don't want that, I'm not in the mood for that..... *sigh* there's nothing to eat...... How could I be so greedy, to not be happy with the food in my own house, food that I CHOSE at the store, but am simply not in the mood for? It's terrible when put that way.
But i'm not perfect. I have issues, like everyone else.