The Year's Lessons
Dec. 31st, 2007 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plumtreeblossomI've been enjoying reading everyone's year-end recaps and resolutions. I feel I ought to say something to close out the year, but I don't want to do quite that. 2007 has been a mix of highs and lows, as I suppose all years are to some degree. My career sector took the worst hit it's ever taken in my adult life, and I'm still recovering. But that bad fortune was balanced with an abundance of love and friendship, and stability in my home life. In the end, there's no question as to which is more important. I have much to be deeply thankful for, and I am.
What I'd rather talk about is something I learned this year, or rather, re-learned through an example that almost feels as if it were sent to me.
About two months ago I met a man who has lost everything. Through no fault of his own, he is homeless and scrambling to survive. After 30 years of devoted service to one employer, he and most of his colleagues were discarded in a mass lay-off. At the same time, illness struck, putting him on long term disability. Not long after, his wife terminated their relationship in order to be with a different partner, and he was forced to move out of their house. His temporary shared housing fell through, and he ended up out on the streets, having to navigate the atrocious maze that is the homeless shelter system, sometimes finding an available bed, sometimes not. He's still homeless. I don't even know his name. I only met him once, and now I follow the blog that he occasionally updates if a computer is available at a shelter.
He told me something I didn't know, about what he calls the invisible homeless. When we think of homeless people, we mostly think of the visible ones -- those who have succumbed to drugs or alcohol, or those with untreated psychiatric disorders. They are obvious to us and we think of them as the face of homelessness, but they are not representative of the full homeless population. There are many, many people, no different than you or me, who through whatever unfortunate circumstances crossed their lives are without a roof over their heads. They look like any ordinary person, and to see them, no one could guess they were homeless. He told me about one of his homeless friends, a retired Harvard professor. He's an elderly, dignified man with no family, and currently no place to live except shelters and the street. He spends his days in bookstores, keeping warm. Harvard couldn't care less what happens to him (no surprise there). These two men, who worked hard and well all their lives, are among thousands who have slipped through the cracks. We see them every day; they're indistinguishable from any of us, but misfortune has put them out on the street.
The root of what this taught me, or rather reminded me, is that security and well-being should never, ever be taken for granted. Even if you're poor and living on ramen but still have a place to go home to each night, you are in a far better situation than many. It reminded me to be thankful each day for everything from my blankets to my boots to the walls and ceiling I rent. Life doesn't automatically fall neatly together because we are a good person. Be grateful, be vigilant, and be as prepared as possible to survive misfortune should it come your way.
Cheerful little budgie, aren't I? I hope this didn't come across as negative or depressed, because I'm not feeling that way at all. I just felt that this was a more important thing to share today than "I resolve to lose 10 pounds" or anything like that. I have some hopes and goals for the new year, but it's important to go forward with wisdom and insight gained during the previous year, and that's what I'm trying to do.
To everyone, whether I know you or not, have a safe and love-filled 2008.
What I'd rather talk about is something I learned this year, or rather, re-learned through an example that almost feels as if it were sent to me.
About two months ago I met a man who has lost everything. Through no fault of his own, he is homeless and scrambling to survive. After 30 years of devoted service to one employer, he and most of his colleagues were discarded in a mass lay-off. At the same time, illness struck, putting him on long term disability. Not long after, his wife terminated their relationship in order to be with a different partner, and he was forced to move out of their house. His temporary shared housing fell through, and he ended up out on the streets, having to navigate the atrocious maze that is the homeless shelter system, sometimes finding an available bed, sometimes not. He's still homeless. I don't even know his name. I only met him once, and now I follow the blog that he occasionally updates if a computer is available at a shelter.
He told me something I didn't know, about what he calls the invisible homeless. When we think of homeless people, we mostly think of the visible ones -- those who have succumbed to drugs or alcohol, or those with untreated psychiatric disorders. They are obvious to us and we think of them as the face of homelessness, but they are not representative of the full homeless population. There are many, many people, no different than you or me, who through whatever unfortunate circumstances crossed their lives are without a roof over their heads. They look like any ordinary person, and to see them, no one could guess they were homeless. He told me about one of his homeless friends, a retired Harvard professor. He's an elderly, dignified man with no family, and currently no place to live except shelters and the street. He spends his days in bookstores, keeping warm. Harvard couldn't care less what happens to him (no surprise there). These two men, who worked hard and well all their lives, are among thousands who have slipped through the cracks. We see them every day; they're indistinguishable from any of us, but misfortune has put them out on the street.
The root of what this taught me, or rather reminded me, is that security and well-being should never, ever be taken for granted. Even if you're poor and living on ramen but still have a place to go home to each night, you are in a far better situation than many. It reminded me to be thankful each day for everything from my blankets to my boots to the walls and ceiling I rent. Life doesn't automatically fall neatly together because we are a good person. Be grateful, be vigilant, and be as prepared as possible to survive misfortune should it come your way.
Cheerful little budgie, aren't I? I hope this didn't come across as negative or depressed, because I'm not feeling that way at all. I just felt that this was a more important thing to share today than "I resolve to lose 10 pounds" or anything like that. I have some hopes and goals for the new year, but it's important to go forward with wisdom and insight gained during the previous year, and that's what I'm trying to do.
To everyone, whether I know you or not, have a safe and love-filled 2008.
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Date: 2007-12-31 09:13 pm (UTC)I actually think I know this guy; when I worked at Bread&Jams/FoodNotBombs, there was a community veggie supper on Sunday nights in a church on Mass Ave. There was a quiet, well-mannered man who was there every week. He was dressed like an ivy-league professor, even to the patches on the sleeves, and his clothing and manner were impeccable and spotless. I privately called him 'The Professor', because that's exactly what he seemed to be. But he seemed to want to keep to himself and so I respected that and never bothered him.
I've worked quite a bit in community kitchens and with the Homeless, invisible and not. And everything you say is true. It scares me a lot when I think on it too much, but it also reminds me to be unutterably grateful for what I have.
::hug and smooch::
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Date: 2007-12-31 09:44 pm (UTC)Oy. Well, happy new year anyway!
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Date: 2008-01-01 07:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-01 08:18 pm (UTC)::nods:: I also did it quite a bit in Baltimore (Beans and Bread) during my life there and when I came to Boston, it seemed like a natural continuation. I credit my falling in with the Boston Community with that volunteer work, since my first-ever massage party invite came through someone who happened to be attending one of the Community Veggie Suppers.
Karma works in Mysterious Ways. ;-)
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Date: 2007-12-31 09:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 09:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 09:55 pm (UTC)FYI - after he mentioned the shelter needed computers, I asked my office to donate three computers and it's happening. I know it seems cool to hate Harvard, but there are some good people there.
Happy New Year to you!
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Date: 2007-12-31 10:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 10:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 10:29 pm (UTC)Sorry...that Harvard bit probably came off a little more defensive that I intended. But you were the third person today to diss them in LJ so I couldn't help adding in a small plea.
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Date: 2007-12-31 11:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 11:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-31 11:26 pm (UTC)unless you have big party plans, you guys should rent it for tonight. it will blow you away.
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Date: 2007-12-31 11:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-01 03:27 pm (UTC)Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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Date: 2008-01-01 07:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for your post, and have a very wonderful, love-filled new year yourself.
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Date: 2008-01-10 12:21 am (UTC)