“Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.”
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Timothy
Admittedly, when I tried to call Timothy last week and got an automated message that the number I had reached was no longer in service, my heart sank to the floor as i suspected that something terribly wrong had happened. My first thought was that he was in trouble with the law. Why would I…
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March Comes in Like a Lion…….and goes out like one, too
There has been so much chatter about the extended winter we have had, the unremitting cold that simply doesn’t want to loosen its grip on us here in New York. At this point, at March’s end when pansies would otherwise be braving the chill while crocuses punctuate the winter-weary ground, the weather has become the…
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“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.“ ~ Alan Alda
November is the beginning of the busy months. Holidays rapidly descend upon us, starting with my favorite holiday of all: Thanksgiving. Our group of twenty high school kids accompanied by four hearty adults made our way into the city last night, to reach out to the homeless men and women who, after 25 years, have become part of the fabric of our lives, and who we’ll see again soon at our 24th Annual Thanksgiving Dinner for the Homeless. It’s become tradition. It’s become anticipated. It has been the focus of conversation among so many of our street friends from our first Run in September to the later, colder winter Runs when so many will reminisce about the food and the friendship they felt in November when the iconic school buses picked hundreds of them up so they, too, could enjoy a homemade holiday meal.
It cannot be easy, accepting the kindness of strangers. And yet, over the many years, these forged relationships between the teenagers and the homeless poor of New York City have created a deep and lasting bond of trust, of compassion, of love. Watching this crew of 20 students last night engage in animated conversation, sharing their anticipation of the Thanksgiving party they’ve worked so hard on, was nothing short of sheer joy.
It was the third stop on our list of five that touched me in that way that only happens on a Run. While speaking to a woman I had never seen before, I heard my name being called with a request to come over to the back of the truck where the kids were dishing out cups of Rob’s steaming hot chili and cubes of sweet cornbread in the shadows of the park. Timothy was here and I was genuinely happy to see him. In his clipped but polite cadence, he spoke as if life was one run-on
sentence,”HelloMrs.NewmanHowareyouMrs.NewmanAndI’msogladtoseeyouMrs.NewmanandI’msorryIdidn’tcallyoutoletyouknowIwascomingtotheRunbutI’mworkinghardonmylifeMrsNewman…..”And then something changed. What I had always perceived as a demeanor guided by the antipsychotic drugs he was taking to combat his mental illness, changed. Timothy’s steady, flatline voice became animated and engaged as he told me about the program he was chosen for, a program sponsored by Fordham University that was studying homelessness in the city. He told me how at his age, he never had his own place and that now, with the help of the Fordham crew, he was working with case workers on getting his own home. He told me with life in his eyes that he’s going back to school to complete his degree. I had no idea he had attended college! He’s enrolled at City College where he will major in writing in January, and he told me how much he is looking forward to having a normal life, a normal job, a perspective that was more like a fog-lifting experience, revealing a whole world to him of truth and clarity. Timothy, for every intent and purpose, has found himself. And while he spoke in this authentic manner, free of the robotic disposition I had grown accustomed too, I felt the tears well in my eyes. The pressures of planning our homeless Thanksgiving dinner dissipated and I found myself hugging this sweet man who slew his share of demons in the twenty five years I have called him my friend.
Timothy, like so many other men and women I have met whose lives were shattered and splintered by opportunities missed, has found himself and knows now what freedom really feels like, tastes like, and he’s embracing it.
And on the way home, while the chatter in the van eased and the quiet of the early morning hours blanketed the group, I heard only this in my head, as I thought of Timothy’s self discovery, a verse from the one song that our Thanksgiving guests sing, year after year:
“I once was lost but now I’m found, ‘Twas blind but now I see.”
Good for you, Timothy! Good for you and your proven tenacity, your steadfast commitment to your own growth and your ability to overcome so many obstacles in your path. I’ll look for those Timberland boots you asked for, my friend, with the hope that they’ll continue to guide you out of your self-imposed darkness and into the Light.
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Saying Goodbye to an old friend…Rest gently with the angels, Ronald…
As we rounded the corner to 80th Street last evening, a large congregation of people were gathering outside of All Angels Church, a mainstay for the less privileged in this Upper West Side community for many, many years. We parked the car and joined them, as we were all gathered to say goodbye to our…
It’s in the air!
Autumn arrives on the day we have our first Midnight Run of the season. What began as an uninformed but sincerely well-meaning group of high school kids with their teacher, has turned into a legitimate not-for-profit whose reputation precedes itself, after almost twenty six years of working with the homeless and the hungry poor. Almost…
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“Commitment unlocks the doors of imagination, allows vision and gives us the “right stuff” to turn our dreams into reality.” ~ James Womack This fleeting weekend appeared to be steeped in and oozing with the ideals of commitment. It certainly didn’t start out that way with this commitment “thing” being the core and focus…
