Diversity of Compassion

*revised from previously published on http://www.homelessguide.com/

The morning sun brightens Streetgirl’s long hair and tans her face as she stands at the ramp holding a sign that says, “BROKE + HUNGRY – PLEASE HELP – GOD BLESS – PEACE.” A line from the chorus of a Rag’N’Bone Man’s song is rolling repeatedly through her mind, “Don’t put your blame on me.”  The earworm has been wedged for days, but should clear out soon to be replaced by another. Last week it was The Beatles, “Here comes the sun.”

On the red light a female driving a black van and wearing a niqab pulls to a stop. She happens to lock eyes with Streets who beams broadly, because that is the way she is. It’s impossible to tell if the devout Muslim smiles back from beneath the heavy veil, but she is moved by the moment, reaching for her clutch and scooping out a handful of coins to pass to the panhandler without a word.

Soon after, a woman of Asian descent, behind the wheel of a small red car, silver electrical tape holding the side mirror together and rust circling the door; she stretches out her arm with an offering of two sweet clementine in hand. Continue reading “Diversity of Compassion”

Much appreciated

Streetgirl was up at the Ramp on Saturday and spotted a pile of samples of Aveeno Yogurt Skin Moisturizing Lotion which were strewn upon the ground beside the garbage bag used by panhandlers who frequent the spot. Someone must have given them away only to have them tossed aside. She hates seeing things wasted, so decided to pick the jars up.

So, here I sit wiping the small containers clean of dirt and grass with a plan to keep some and give the rest away, while willing myself to write something. Not to fret, it’s not a block. I do have several pieces on the go, dozens of pages of scribbled words, organized chaos on paper, but it is the typing and editing that I need to focus upon. I am vexed too; after reviewing previously published posts it dawned on me that for years I have not been using quotation marks correctly and who knows what other grammatical errors I have made in the past. And who wants to correct them now? And no one told me either! Come on People, (as Keeba would say), when someone asks for feedback give it to them straight! I am confident in my ability to string the words and topics together so that you will want to read on, but I never said I was any good at grammar and I can take constructive criticism.

Now, rubbing the lovely smelling lotion on my aging hands I feel I must say thank you, to whoever had the heart to drop the cream at the curb.