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.
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.
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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::