Peace & Love: Friday's Food For Thought

My heart will always remain wide open for homeless people. Most especially those with mental illness whom get lost in the shuffle. Homelessness doesn't always happen because of laziness, or drug abuse. Mental illness can play an ugly role. No advocate to get the proper help, and boom. They're in the land of the lost. And of course you have your Veterans out there whom have lost everything for various reasons. Homeless.

You have drug addicts and derelicts that stand at the corner with their signs, with the look of desperation. Only desperate for the next bag of whatever.

You have the tainted mothers that sit staring at you with children at their feet holding signs.

So. Much. We. Want. To. Control. And yet, we will never fully grasp just why they are there.

A story of each and every one of them. Their own story.

My point here is I've always believed there is a better life out there for homeless people. At least for those whom are out there really wanting to try.

Human nature can easily toss in the towel if genetically, and spiritually brought up different. You know the drill, not willing to give that extra jump in "trying"- Quitting easily because it's what happens sometimes in the cycle of humanity.

This idea is one of the best I've seen. Holding those willing to try accountable. Helping them help themselves.

Brilliant.

Now if we can find a way to reach to those with mental illness. Spreading the right doses of meds when and where the time is right.

Drug addicts will always and forever be apart of our environment.

It's praying they somehow, somewhere get help.

For those trying to "try"- It's all about dignity.

To feel needed, wanted and worthy.

Food For Thought For The Homeless Whom Are Willing.

LOVE

Have a great weekend friends.

My week in a nutshell-- Had this finally conquered this week. Much needed, as the grey, frizz and overall well being of my soul was much overdue. #sharkweek #feelingugly #bloated #bitch

Kali decided after two months of not seeing her parents she would make the trek home. That trek home would snag a hiccup as she was passing Camp Pendleton in Oceanside-she'd call me frantic with those words we'd all dread hearing. "Mom! My tire is completely off the thing and I'm like on metal"- As her mom gives her the basic girl advice and tells her get the hell off that freeway and don't pull to the side. (BECAUSE I AM FUCKING PARANOID OF GETTING NAILED BY DISTRACTED DRIVERS)

And so I'd coach her off the freeway as she says...oh I think it's the Marines Entrance.

As she's on the phone with AAA, and the lady is dispatching...a gentleman pulls up in front, comes to her window which she won't open because as she tells him "my mom doesn't want me to talk to anyone or get help I am so sorry"- As he's in his Marine's fatigues. He states, "well your mom raised your right, but the guards are right there, and I'll help you, I'm a dad and husband-

The life lessons in taking the chance and letting this guy help (he actually taught her the whole process, although her dad had at 16) He made her take the lug nuts off, and guided her as through the very process he taught his own daughter. Soon they'd share a token of gratitude in humanity. Many thank you's. And of course his heart was probably incredibly full as he helped this girl.

She'd be back on the road. Only this time cruising in for a landing at home.