The homeless mess with my mind.
The cardboard, the dirt, the oily hair, the sores, the sandpaper-skin, the carts; the constant ability to sit still with no inherent desire for change.
My latest interaction with a man who had most likely slept outdoors for months and endures a constant struggle with his sanitation practices was sitting on the east side of my local Walmart re-situating his cart i.e. his life.
I approach and smile politely.
He kindly smiles right on cue.
“Hope is not lost.” I thought.
As I walk by I initiate, “How are you?”
He replied casually “I’ve had better days.”
His mere response caused me to self reflect.
I wasn’t in the greatest of moods for reasons I’ll just blame on my kids.
It quickly dawned on me that raising kids and keeping house was a blessing!
Enduring those feelings that life is being sucked right of me…that is a blessing!
The feeling that no one is listening for the hundredth thousandth time…that is a blessing!
Willfully get into a fully insured car with no worries about filing the tank to buy 4 items out of pure desire (2 unripe mangos, organic ketchup, and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide)…that is a blessing!
What exactly was I grumpy about? Enjoying a good meal or two or three a day? Not having enough closet space? wtf! And to put the buttercream icing on the scrumptious two-tier cake, I have never been abandoned or left out to dry.
The least I could spare this afternoon was a conversation with a man who has seen better days. After covering topics such as fishing with his father, his hometown, my woes of raising a family, his explanation of why he is in the position he’s in and his plans for the future I realize I better get home.
My husband and I have agreed to bond with our niece and nephews for the night.
After a quick goodbye and a wish for better days I take a few steps to my car, pulling out my keys. I carelessly call out, “Care for a mango?”
To my surprise he was very familiar with mangos and tells me how he remembers his mother ordering boxes of mangos during the holidays.
Nourishment for the mind, body and the soul.
Who knew?
The homeless mess with my mind.
Past adventures, their good taste in fruit, and their ability to change the outlook of my day.