A LESSON IN KINDNESS TO ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
- •Today, Cyrus and I were having dinner at a (empty) fast-casual restaurant when a homeless woman walked in.
- •She asked for change, which I gave. She seemed a little disgruntled, but no more than any of us would be if over 50 and living on the streets.
- •The employees began yelling at her after she used the restroom and sat down for a minute to rest her feet.
- •She engaged in a small screaming match with the young manager who came out onto the floor to remove her. It didn't work. I heard her saying under her breath, "I am not an inconvenience."
- •When he left the dining area, presumably to call the police, I approached her with my remaining food to ask if she's like something to eat. She smiled and said "yes, please." I told her I loved her nail polish - I did, she had perfectly manicured, glittery, dusty blue nails.
- •She asked me my name and told me her name was Nancy. She's a 2nd generation Angeleno and Lincoln Heights had always been her home. We chatted for a moment about my being from Portland and the weather, then I bid her farewell.
- •So often the homeless community is only approached to be shoooed away or reminded of their unwantedness. She was clearly a regular in the area, the staff knew her, but they didn't even realize she was a woman and kept yelling "sir! Sir!"
- •Having worked only blocks from Skid Row for years, I know it can be scary being alone in a restaurant, not knowing a person's intentions. The thing is, when you talk to someone like they're a PERSON, you'll often find that they ARE.
- •Stop hobophobia. Be kind. That is someone's mother, daughter, father, or son. They are made of the same thing as you and they deserve a chance to show you their humanity. Be willing to see it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️