I take my dog 'Jessie' out for a walk at eight o'clock..ish in the morning (depends on how long it takes for my arthritic joints to synchronise with my brain).
The last three mornings, I saw something very disturbing.
The first day, I saw a sleeping bag on the ground (under a tree, but in the open); there was just a head peeping out, dark glasses and a wooly hat. It unnerved me; I have been attacked (for fun) by teenagers before, most likely because I use crutches, and I am an obvious easy target.
I walked past him listening intently after I had passed him, in case he followed me. He did not.
He was there again the following day; I was 'communing' as usual, and asked for guidance about what action I should take, if any, about the guy. 'Everyone' was telling me to leave him alone; but through my own selfish need to satisfy myself that I was doing my best for the man, I stopped, and chatted to him. I told him about the shelters in town, food kitchens - the lot; Imade it my business to find out about these two or three years ago. He told me he had been thrown out of one shelter because he was an alcoholic; he had been diagnosed as schizophrenic in the past. I was temped to ask him to come home with me, to give him a good breakfast, but daren't - my wife would not have been 'amused'. Can't blame her.
In the end, he basically told me he wanted no help - and I had to walk away, feeling that I had somehow not 'tried hard enough' - helet me know, in no uncertain terms what he thought of Religion (When Imentioned one of the soup kitchens). This morning, I saw him again, zipped up tight in his sleeping bag. The temperature over the three nights was quite a few degrees below zero.
Could I have done better ? What would you have done ?
The last three mornings, I saw something very disturbing.
The first day, I saw a sleeping bag on the ground (under a tree, but in the open); there was just a head peeping out, dark glasses and a wooly hat. It unnerved me; I have been attacked (for fun) by teenagers before, most likely because I use crutches, and I am an obvious easy target.
I walked past him listening intently after I had passed him, in case he followed me. He did not.
He was there again the following day; I was 'communing' as usual, and asked for guidance about what action I should take, if any, about the guy. 'Everyone' was telling me to leave him alone; but through my own selfish need to satisfy myself that I was doing my best for the man, I stopped, and chatted to him. I told him about the shelters in town, food kitchens - the lot; Imade it my business to find out about these two or three years ago. He told me he had been thrown out of one shelter because he was an alcoholic; he had been diagnosed as schizophrenic in the past. I was temped to ask him to come home with me, to give him a good breakfast, but daren't - my wife would not have been 'amused'. Can't blame her.
In the end, he basically told me he wanted no help - and I had to walk away, feeling that I had somehow not 'tried hard enough' - helet me know, in no uncertain terms what he thought of Religion (When Imentioned one of the soup kitchens). This morning, I saw him again, zipped up tight in his sleeping bag. The temperature over the three nights was quite a few degrees below zero.
Could I have done better ? What would you have done ?