I do not know who this man is but I have used his face more than once when writing about compassion. There is something in his eyes that reach out telling his story pain, grief rejection it is all there!
I used his face last at Christmas while I was talking about Crisis at Christmas . Crisis is the National Charity for single hopeless people. They are dedicated to helping people and giving them a chane to change their life’s for the better, to give them hope.
The Charity works all year round of course but they also do Crisis at Christmas. Volunteers spend a fortnight cooking, providing a warm place to stay for those lost and lonely people. They give them new clothes, a hair cut and also help them to change their lives if they want to. They help with finding somewhere to live or a job interview .
They show real compassion they help and they are unpaid and they really make a difference.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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18 thoughts on “Monday, Memories: Homeless at Christmas”
What a wonderful charity!
It is a very worthy charity!
yes it sounds like it is!
Willow, most compassionate friend….
I know those eyes; I was him once, not so long ago, in the scheme of things….
You see resignation, fatigue, despair, and, at the same time, a tiny spark of hope, that someone, anyone, will look at you, and, SEE! That part is in the almost-a-smile, in the shape of the mouth, ready to respond should ANYONE meet his eyes with kindness….
I think, milady, you’ll like tomorrow’s post; the ranting section speaks to this issue, peripherally…. Here’s a teaser….
“My only religion is kindness.” – the XIVth Dalai Lama
This Christmas, to anyone reading this, if you have a home, and food, the best, most Christ-like thing you could do is to forgo over-buying of gifts to people you know; instead, take a walk downtown, every day from now until the New Year, with some food, or a bit of cash, and give it to the first few people you meet who obviously need it….
You’ll know them, now, because they’ll have the same eyes as the man above….
Maybe, just maybe, you will learn what it is to be a real Christian, according to the teachings, which are, religion aside, merely a book instructions, of how to show compassion for our fellow humans…
gigoid, the dubious
You are so right Ned, we have before now given to this and other charities instead of buying each other presents it is a good feeling and yes buy a coffee, some food or just speak to a lost soul as you know it will make you feel better. I am sorry that you have been so low but delighted that that you have escaped and are now better placed.
Me, too!…. But, I never forget….
I will check them out and possibly donate.
Thank you Cindy and if they do no exist outside the UK an equivalent one would do. ❤
I actually see acceptance, love, hope and peace in the eyes of the man whose image you’ve shared. Perhaps a bit of tiredness as well but the other feelings seem to be more there. Perhaps it is just me. Would love to know where the image came from, that could provide a clearer set of data. Enjoy the Xmas break.
You too Geetha. That is the point of the man’s face he can say all things in his expression. xxxx
Yes, a face that has lived a lot can always say a lot of things. xoxo. Enjoy fully the holiday season 🙂
Yes my friend, and a Happy Christmas to you too xx
Thank you 🙂
Sweet touching post Willow and a telling picture.
Yes he has been haunting me for years now. 🙂
Charity is what Christmas is all about…thank you for sharing