The homeless - Will we look?

I came down to California to take care of my sister while she recovers from surgery. Every day, I talk a walk along the streets of Santa Monica. I take in the fresh ocean air, the warmth of the sunny weather and the beautiful sights of palm trees and cactus plants lining the road. I've learned that I CANNOT use palm trees as a landmark. Maps work much better!

I don't think that I've ever seen this many Mercedes, Aston Martins or Jaguars in my life. Shopping is a bit of a sport here. There is an abundance of healthy choices for eating. There are 3 Whole Foods (organic) Markets within 20 blocks. You can get your FULL dose of vitamin D and ample exercise with a stroll down the street. I think. I now understand why people live 6 months in Canada and 6 months in sunny California. Sunshine is very motivating.

But, there is another side to California. There is alot of homelessness. There is no particular "spot" where the homeless reside. They are everywhere - East L.A, the suburbs, Santa Monica, outside the gates of Disneyland and even Beverly Hills. No matter where you travel you will find that homelessness knows no bounds. Each homeless person is unique. Some are quite friendly, asking if you're having a good day. Some sing to themselves, as if they are in their own world. Some hope you'll join along. Many people walk by ignoring the homeless. Somehow, people have a hard time coming face to face with poverty. To look at someone in the eyes and say "hello" is like having to acknowledge poverty and be put in the place of having to respond. Very uncomfortable for most. I decided a long time ago, that the poor should not be treated as "faceless" people. They are human being that deserve the dignity of human compassion and kindness. I experienced this in Ethiopia when riding in a taxi bus one day. When several limbless poor people threw themselves at our vehicle begging for money, everyone's response was to purposely look away. I just couldn't do it. They deserved to be acknowledged like anyone else. How would any of us feel to be ignored and looked upon as outcasts and "digraceful". Aren't we supposed to love others and give grace every chance we can get?

So, here in California, it's no different. I'm now familiar with a few of the homeless people on my way to Whole Foods. They greet me and I greet them back. And I'm particulary interested in the tanned old man with the bushy white and dishevelled hair. He sits outside of Walgreen's on a bench, folding and organizing his clothes very neatly. He really cares about the state of his belongings, even though he lives on the street. He occasionally asks people for bus change, but mostly delights in friendly conversation. I'd like to know his story. What happened to him along the way? My heart aches.

I am deeply saddened to see homelessness anywhere. I wonder, "When did they lose themselves? When did hopelessness and rejection set in?" "Were they like this as kids?" And the thought that always crosses my mind is this, "They were all children at one point - completely innocent and unknowing of their futures." SAD. The big news of Los Angeles right now is about the serial killer that has taken the lives of 4 homeless people. His target - the vulnerable, the least of these. How can anyone take the life of a vulnerable, defenceless homeless person? What kind of hopelessness, anger and pain can cause of person to do that? And what can we do to protect the homeless? How can we take care of them? How can we work together to prevent this kind of life from beginning in the first place?

Yes, the problem of homelessness is overwhelming. But, overwhelming does not mean that we throw in the towel and turn our faces. Perhaps it begins with a smile, a greeting, or some time spent feeding them at a soup kitchen. We need to come face to face with poverty in some way or we have the danger of overlooking it. We must also realize that we are not far from poverty ourselves. Some people live pay check to pay check, drowning in debt. Some people are overtaken by stress, broken relationships, poor health, jobs they don't like, and uncertain futures. Some people are over-scheduled on the hamster wheel of life......turning, turning, running, running. The sad thing is that people bring their kids along for the ride. Kids do learn from what they see more than from what they are told. Are we really that far off from crossing the line into poverty? Can we humble ourselves? Can we come "face to face" with the reality of poverty - our own and that of the homeless? Can we look at the poor with eyes that say, "you're just like me and I care"? Will we look?