A Brave Letter

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Certain topics get me passionate. Like sitting on the edge-of-the-chair passionate. Homelessness is one of those topics. I’m realizing this more in the last year than ever before. It’s all around. In my face at every turn.

As I write, my bum is half-way off the couch and I’m waving my hands. My husband is rolling his eyes and I’m sure thinking, there she goes, getting all passionate again.

Nose wrinkle smile. It’s true.

My friend Jaime asked me to edit a letter she wrote to her City Council on behalf of the Housing Project for homeless. I couldn’t finish it without crying. Her heart moved me; the way she loves her city, the people, and the potential of what hope can look like if we see homeless people instead of fearing them.

“I’m a $@#%ing Freak!”

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From the back of the trail I see her swaying back and forth on a bench by the playground.

I push forward anyway.

I don’t want my boys to be afraid or uncomfortable around homeless people. I don’t want them to hide behind my legs or pretend they aren’t within earshot of a stranger as they run up stairs and whoosh down slides. I want them to look the man or woman that happens to be homeless in the eye, smile, say hello, and choose to overlook their unconventional appearance or unpleasant odor.