“I was
planning on my future as a homeless person. I had a really good spot picked
out.” Larry Lingle
Saturday night and I’m hitting the town centre with Shahel
and Lord Kam. There’s plenty of revelry but this is a get together with a
slightly different groove.
We are part of the One Third team catching up and serving
our homeless guests with food. It’s a great opportunity to recharge our inner
selves and we look forward to this weekly catch up with great gusto. Take Kam
for example – He’s a hugely successful entrepreneur. He could just pump cash
into this project as part of his contribution. It would be loose change for
him. But Kam is not one to shy away. He insists on going front line with this,
rolling up his sleeves and serving. This is real inspiration, no talk, no
poses, no glamour, just real hard graft.
During my last shift a lady guest asked me for sanitary
items and it got me hopping mad. Does it ever occur to us that what we take for
granted; toothbrushes, paste, sanitary products are unattainable luxuries for
some of our less well off fellow humans? I put an appeal out and boom! My mates
Ruks and Zak supplied big bags of face towels, dental products, shampoo, Tampax,
you name it. I got in touch with Sanitary Owl and received a mammoth stock of sanitary pads to distribute. If you require a
bespoke personally decorated owl mail delivered box of all the absorbencies you need then do check
out Sanitary Owl. In fact I’ve had so much stock that I’ve split it
fifty fifty with the rest going to The Whitechapel Mission. The generosity of
you people is beyond description.
My mate Moklis gave me the food tonight. His aunt has passed
away recently and he provided the food in her memory. We pray that her soul is
blessed. The chicken biryani was delicious and our pop up kitchen popped down
in record time. It’s cold and our regulars are usually sipping a hot chocolate
in McDonalds, taking it slowly and nursing it for a few hours. Anything is
better than sitting out in the big freeze outside right? During the harsh
winter they sit like leopards waiting for a herd of gazelles. They sense our
presence, come out, grab the food boxes, a fork, a water bottle, tissue. Some
high five, fist pump, shake hands or hug us. In winter the exchange is brief –
It’s too cold. Billy was in a dirty mood tonight and was a barrel of laughs.
The toothbrushes, paste, face towels, sanitary pads were handed out to grateful
punters. There were still some left over.
If you would like to contribute anything then please do get
in touch.
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