Living in Eugene has been journey to say the least. Before
moving here, I used to believe that I was cultured and possessed a well-rounded
view of the world. The longer I live here, the more I realize how little I
know. I think the most eye opening experience has come over the last year. To
be honest, even what I am about to share can in no way describe the reality
among the homeless population. I am writing this as I am watching a documentary
that exposes life on Skid Row. I am not even sure why I am watching
it, because to me, it is depressing. It’s depressing because the stories are
similar to the stories I hear on a daily basis. The hard part is that this
issue continues to expand all over the nation. It’s easy to avoid such districts
as Skid Row and pretend that this issue does not exist. But it does and the
hard part is that the remedy is not always clear.
Once hearing personal accounts it is evident that this
is not all about hard working individuals, losing their jobs, in a declining economy.
If you listen, you hear stories of tragedy, domestic violence, mental illness, addictions,
and the list goes on. We as a society believe the solution to such an epidemic
is more jobs. I wish it were that easy. I believe that at least half of the individuals
I work with daily are not able to maintain employment for one reason or another. So what’s the solution for these folks?
Please note that this is not about any political agenda. I am simply sharing my
heart because this is such a struggle for me. I truly am overwhelmed by the
needs. This is not about people being hungry or cold. Again, those problems would be an
easy resolve.
Moving out of your comfort zone forces you to become a good
listener. Apparently I was not a good listener, even after six years of training. It did
not take long to realize that I talk too much. I suddenly became insecure and
self-conscious of how much I talk. So now I listen. I listen because I’ve been
taught that listening makes people feel heard and special. But I also listen
because I am not always sure how to respond. You would think that after a while
you become desensitized to the stories, to the erratic behavior or even the lack
of structure in a day. Every moment is unpredictable. We never know what
story is going to walk into the Women’s Center.
To many of the homeless, their life is stuck in a revolving
door. They can’t keep a job because they can’t function in society. They can’t
function in society because they don’t take their medication. They don’t take
their medication because they can’t pay for the medication. They can’t pay for
the medication because they don’t have a job. Similar scenarios seem to plague
most of the people I work with. And to be honest, not all of the people I serve
desire to live a life beyond what they are experiencing. However, there are
others who want to move forward, but can’t because they are stereotyped as a
thief or an addict.
A few weeks ago, I was completely blown away as I was
greeted by a random Eugene citizen looking to hire an in-home caregiver for her
mother. She had no idea who I was and I was shocked that she would take a
stranger’s recommendation. I gave her some options and within three days a
guest who had been stuck in the Women’s Center, seeking employment for over a
year, now has a home and a secure income. A week later, I had another guest
participate in a news interview promoting the new Women’s Center. She was
nervous because she knew that revealing her homeless status would make her less employable. But she chose obedience and a few days after
the interview aired, she received a call from a local employer, who heard her
story and wanted to give her an chance.
All this to say that while crazy is my new normal, there are
days when I get to sit back and watch God work. While in one moment I can have
a disgruntled guest threatening my life and refusing to leave until an
intervention takes place (kudos to EPD and CAHOOTS) and the next I have the
pleasure of watching God restore relationships, rebuild lives, and conquer
mental illness and addictions. The latter always reminds me why I am in this
season.
Also, here is information about volunteering with the Eugene Mission.
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