Posted by: Lindsey Albertson | November 8, 2008

“You don’t understand”

Twice in the past two days I have had someone at the shelter come up randomly and tell me that I dont understand.
Yesterday a lady came into the bag closet to get her bag out. I checked her I.D. and asked her how she was doing. She told me she was not doing so well. When I asked why she proceeded to tell me about how she had gathered enough money to pay a lawyer the day before and he had never shown up in court . She was furious…then she continued to tell me why she was so mad and why she was in court. As I listened, she stopped and looked at me and said, “YOu don’t believe me! You don’t understand!” I totally didnt expect her to say that. She told me that I didnt understand how serious the situation was and then continued to tell me why it was so serious. I continued to listen and again she told me “You dont understand!” I didnt know what to say or how to handle the situation. She stormed out of the closet still mad.

A few minutes later she came back in and apologized for telling me all that she had. I told her that I was being sincere when I asked how her day was and wanted to listen. I told her I did believe her, but she was right….I didnt understand all that she was struggling through.

Then today, a man who comes in everyday came by to check his mail. He tends to be impatient and rude sometimes, but not in a way that makes you mad. He is one of those grumpy mean who make you laugh (if that makes sense) Anyways….he came up to check his mail today and randomly said to me, “I know I might be mean and grouchy, but you don’t understand what I go through everyday!”

Again, I’m thinking…whoah…where did that come from?? But again, he is right. They are both right. I interact with the homeless everyday and have become good friends with alot of the guests that come in. But I have not walked in their shoes. If I am hungry, there is always somewhere that I can go to get food or some money in my pocket. If I am cold, I go and buy a coat or go sleep in my warm bed. If I am sick, I go and buy medicine or go to the doctor. There are so many things that I dont understand. What do I do with this??

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