I asked the Captain of Street Outreach how many people we have lost to exposure so far this year.
“A lot.
Too many.”
I didn’t make it out last week. Traci got the dang flu.
Street outreach changed up again, anyway.
We’ve been driving to more abandoned buildings. Those people are opposite the street people we normally see. We don’t even get out of the car. They don’t come out to see us. The Building People are super private. They don’t want any attention AT ALL. They don’t want anyone to kick them out or rob them, so they want no activity near them. They are lot of people, many who are too ill to move, who keep to themselves and abhor sympathy or attention, because they cannot defend themselves.
It’s weird, but I get it.
I’ve started seeing a few more people out and about again.
I’ve seen a picture of my friends baby! He is beautiful!
Remember my “Classy Lady” from a couple of years ago? We stopped going to that part of town, and I lost contact with a lot of people. Some, not all, though. Our Classy Lady is doing alright. It looks like she’s been working diligently on getting a legit life going for herself and has even been able to take care of her children again.
Thank you. No one forgets what you’ve done for them. They’ll forget my name, if they ever remembered it. But no one ever forgets that feeling. That feeling that makes you believe you can go on. That, you’re going to be okay, eventually.
Because that’s how we do it in Detroit.
Amen.
“But no one ever forgets that feeling. That feeling that makes you believe you can go on. That, you’re going to be okay, eventually.”… well done lady.. ..inward’n`outward..March..†