Earlier this week I had dinner and a beer with an old friend who I hadn't seen for a couple of years. Leah and I went to high school and played basketball together as teenagers. Not only is she a creative and gifted photographer, but she is hands down one of the funniest human beings that I have ever known. I must say that I was pleased to find out the other night, that she hasn't changed a bit. The girl could have been a stand up comedian, seriously. What she is doing (aside from making people laugh), I discovered, is something absolutely fantastic and utterly perfect for her. Leah works for the Union Gospel Mission in Vancouver. Some of you may remember that I blogged about donating clothes there last month. She's their "every woman" and takes on a multitude of creative tasks and assignments for this totally stellar organization.
Those who know me, know how passionate I am about this cause. Living in Vancouver, homelessness is something that I see on a daily basis, you probably do too.
Those who know me, know how passionate I am about this cause. Living in Vancouver, homelessness is something that I see on a daily basis, you probably do too.
"Union Gospel Mission exists to offer Hope to the Hungry, Hurting and Homeless. In 1940, the Mission began as a small soup kitchen. Since then we have grown dramatically to meet the needs surrounding us. Many people who have walked in the corridors of loneliness,hopelessness and despair have found UGM to be a place of new beginnings."
Union Gospel Mission is committed to caring for the hungry, hurting and homeless of Greater Vancouver through:
-Emergency meals and clothing
-Shelter for those without resources
-Proven drug and alcohol recovery
-Innovative learning center
-Community outreach to men, women, families, children and youth
-Long-term housing solutions
-Low cost Thrift Stores
-Broad-based Community volunteer opportunities
Hearing the first hand stories about the difference that this organization makes, warmed my heart, even though I know that there is a massive amount more work to be done.
As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the youth the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea."
As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference."
The youth paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me he simply said, "I made a difference to that one."
I left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. I returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.
***As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference."
The youth paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me he simply said, "I made a difference to that one."
I left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. I returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.
We may not be able to help every single person in the world, but every effort and every single gesture does make a difference. I've noticed a belief that somehow optimism lacks intelligence, and that optimism must stem, then, from a lack of experience and naivete. I don't believe that. I believe optimism is a choice. Cynicism isn't smarter, it's just safer. You can help and so can I.
2 comments:
That's a cool story.
"I believe optimism is a choice. Cynicism isn't smarter, it's just safer." That is a really good quote. I have always been a major cynic, mainly because it fit so well with my sarcastic personality. But lately I have chosen optimism and it's made a difference in my life.
I live in Portland and we have lots of homeless as well, and laws to protect them. I know that there are a few homeless people who truly were just mentally ill, but other than that, I do feel that everyone is responsible for their own situation. I have gone to ridiculous lengths to make extra money, make rent, buy cars, etc. I have gotten handouts from family and friends in the past as well as given them, but I also realize how with a little planning, getting back on your feet isn't as hard as people make it seem. I believe that as bad as it sounds, if there were less shelters and handouts, people might try harder to get back up.
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