For the past 3 years I have been friends with a homeless lady who lives not far from us. She’s softly spoken, kind and unassuming. She has 2 dogs who are always happy as can be and far from skinny.
We periodically meet up and I take supplies of food, propane and anything else she might need. If it’s chilly outside I let her sit in my car with the seat warmers on, and for typical Texas-level heat I’ll get the air-conditioning on the go. It’s hard for her to trust people and even harder for her to accept help, so it means the world to me that she feels safe in my presence and allows me to do what I can.
She is part of a small group of homeless people who have found a spot tucked away out of sight from the rest of the world. They don’t steal from nearby shops, nor do they bother passersby. They are all outcasts for one reason or another and the only thing they are trying to do is survive. This year I have been able to meet a few of the other people in her community and they are all absolutely lovely. On the outside many of them look like they could cut a bitch. But if you can look past that and engage in conversation, you will find them to be intelligent, articulate and extremely thoughtful.
When I arrived in the US 8 years ago, I literally didn’t have a pot to piss in. The help I received from my community was unreal. People I didn’t even know offering me clothes, food, help with finding gigs, loaning me gear to play shows and even offering to me a ride places.
I wouldn’t be where I am today without the love and support of those kind souls. It’s something I will never forget, and even though some people might say my pissing pot still isn’t enormous, at least I have one 😉
I know you’re probably reading this thinking what the bloody hell does this have to do with the crisis in Ukraine? Isn’t that what this blog post is supposed to be about KM?
It is. Stay with me.
A few years back, Laran and I were renting a room from a guy’s house. He and I would periodically chat about stuff and things (well, when I say chat, it was more like walking down a one-way street). He leans fairly hard to the right. As you’ve probably guessed, I’m more of a left leaning sort. The fact that we lean different ways doesn’t bother me and certainly doesn’t mean I no longer wish to engage in conversation. Quite the opposite, I want to hear everyone’s point of view.
We got onto the subject of other countries and their issues, when he said:
Back in the day the media didn’t cover news stories from all over the world. I believe we should only be concerned with our own and shouldn’t get involved in anything outside of the US.
I was somewhat perplexed by this statement and asked him to clarify.
To paraphrase, he believed that the American government should exclusively look after the American people, the US States should only deal with their own issues, and that each individual person should only concern themselves with their own family, and no one else.
Over the past few days, I have spoken to a couple of friends here in the US and asked them for their thoughts on the current situation involving Russia and Ukraine.
Their response was somewhat, surprising.
They seemed to very much align with my former roommate. We shouldn’t get involved. It’s not our problem. These aren’t our people.
I’ve thought about this a lot (I am a Libra don’t forget, it’s what we do).
At what point does it become our problem? When it’s on our doorstep? When it’s someone from our own country? Or family? Or a friend? At what point does human life become important to us? When you see it with your own eyes and not on a device that you can switch on and off whenever you want to? Or does it only become important when it directly impacts you?
There have been so many times when I have been around my homeless friend and thought there but for the grace of God go I. I was born in the UK, into a household filled with love and acceptance. I was told by the people closest to me, that I was loved and appreciated, even when I was being a complete arsehole. I was encouraged to follow my dreams. I always felt safe, and I had two strong role models in my life who taught me the value of both hard work and kindness.
Life is hard, and we’re all trying to figure our shit out on a daily basis, but some people have to endure unimaginable hardship that is totally and utterly not their fault. They just happened to be born in a certain place and time.
An analogy I often use is thinking of life as a dense forest with low visibility and each of us going on our own journeys, figuring out how to get to the other side.
Some people may have the appropriate clothes and shoes. Some may even have a flashlight and a GPS to show them the way. Others may have all the above along with a vehicle to drive them through the forest, so they don’t even have to walk.
Now imagine someone with no clothes, no shoes, no map or help of any kind, stumbling through the forest, lost and alone, trying to figure out how to get through to the other side, and when they ask for help no one answers.
We are all connected. Yes, we have our tribes which are divided into different countries with varying rules and ideals. But we all inhabit the same planet. I don’t see a them, way over there in the distance, in a country I know nothing about. I only see us. Humanity. The human race. If you’re hurting, so am I.
I was having a conversation with my Mum a while ago about helping others. I told her that I wish I could do so much more, and at times it feels as though I’m picking up a grain of sand and throwing it into the ocean.
In her usual Zen-like way, she replied with:
But imagine if everyone, everywhere picked up a grain of sand and threw it into the ocean. That really would make a big difference, and all you can do is hopefully inspire others to want to pick up a grain of sand in the first place.
I know, she’s a keeper.
I’m far from a perfect person and don’t profess to have all the answers. Often I feel lost and conflicted. But what I do know is that instinctually I want to help others wherever possible. The situation in Ukraine is heartbreaking and leaves me feeling so helpless. I desperately want to do something and it’s incredibly difficult to process, but I would far rather sit with an uncomfortable, helpless feeling, than be the polar opposite, and simply say ‘it’s not my problem’.
Sending so much love to the people of Ukraine.
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It’s people like you that give me hope for the future.
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That’s such a nice thing to say, thanks Dick! ❤ 🙂
When someone says, “It is not my (or US) problem;” I only can interpret that as their moral stance. We live in a global economy. When people recognize that their phones, TVs, cars, appliances are “foreign” they might begin to understand global issues. Alas, we can only live our morals and hope the light of knowledge and our sense of peace spreads and spreads.
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Thanks so much Kathleen, appreciate you taking the time to read this and share your thoughts ❤
Many countries of the world turned their backs on Europe until it was almost too late. For the Jews and their kin, it was too late by the time the US invaded. It was your Queen who stood up to the aggressor and stayed in England when all her advisors told her to leave.
For those who study history, we have learned to never forget and always be watchful for the next Hitler. If we forget, we are doomed to repeat. So this is a true test of that resolve. Keep the aggressive belligerents from invading their neighbors? Hell yeah we will. If Russia is allowed to take Ukraine, who’s next? Wait, pray, and watch the miracles appear. Joe’s doing everything in his power now, and has had decades of experience in foreign affairs. With the rest of the free world standing up to the Bear, the Eagle and the Lion can hold hands across Europe and stop the madness. People in the Ukraine are counting on it. Praying they’ll send a message to the rest of the world: come together, RIGHT NOW. Lord and blessings to you.
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Thank you so much for your thoughts, Nicki ❤ Much appreciated as always xo
I think you’re an incredibly wonderful brave human being, to befriend homeless people, fearless and loving and giving. Few of us can say that we have befriended a homeless person. I’d like to be more like you. Love you 😍
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Thanks so much Nicki ❤ Love and miss you guys! xoxo