“You’ve seen squatter settlements before. Nothing new. Get past this.”
For whatever reason, visiting the people of St. Louis’ tent city today really shook me up. Why is this so shocking to me?!
Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s just been too long since I’ve spent time in slums and brothels. Is it the snow?
I am sitting in the basement of my parents’ house, taking breaks between typing sentences to warm my fingers in between my legs, but it’s snowing outside. Big, wet, freezing flakes of precipitation. And Jeff, Mark, Mike, and Annette are living out there with little more than tarps and blankets between their skin and the elements and dwindling piles of firewood to keep their campfires burning.
I wish there were simple answers. I wish homelessness was easy to solve. I wish people could be made safe, warm, healthy, and whole with the simplicity of my home opened and hand extended.
Annette’s words echo in my mind, “Pray that we stay safe and warm.”
Oh, I’m praying, Annette.