"Chapter 2: Starting
Over"
Bellingham, Washington, USA Wednesday, 7 January 2009 ... another sad day
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Wednesday, 7 January 2009 |
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Journal | Musings & Notes | |
I've finally realized that I'm no different than anyone else. I made my first visit to a food bank. Ever. It's okay. Pride has no place here. At least I'm not sleeping in my car (yet). The people here are wonderful: non-judgmental, helpful, friendly, courteous. |
Usually the line is 50-60 people long. Not today. Maybe cause of the cold, wet weather. Maybe my timing. Who knows. It's not important. | And on a related note ... there are several steps between "rent" and a "shopping cart" --- they include couch surfing, sleeping in the mini-storage unit, staying in your VW or Chevy camper overnight and getting a motel voucher for a week. Only then comes the shopping cart and staying under a bridge. |
And when you have a few dollars for non-food items, discount grocers and second hand stores are AWESOME for things like soap and shampoo and toilet paper. Thanks to all my (anonymous) Bellingham friends for turning me on to these places, for turning me on to this type of living, for being a 'mensch' and helping your fellow human being without even one single pre-condition or judgment --- including the Grocery Outlet, Sunshine Liquidators, Goodwill, the Salvation Army and Value City. |
While I'm limited to a
single person, I take even less than allowed. If I don't need it, I
certainly don't want to waste it. I've learned to live simply --- skip some
meals, cook simply, use less dishes, hand wash, clean my plate, recycle
everything.
This has been a NECESSARY EXPERIENCE. It reminds me of my parents telling me about the World War II years of suffering and humility. |
A little over two years ago on a very rough entry into Bellingham, I was stranded here on Christmas day --- my 48th birthday --- at this very laundromat washing the only items I had, what I wore, while awaiting my rescue. |