Elizabeth: Homeless, But Not Voiceless
January 23, 2013 16 Comments
My earlier posts about spending time with Dave, 41, who lives under a bridge in Santa Ana, and J (who lives under the same bridge), have generated a lot of feedback.
I’m overwhelmed by your response, and see that many of you have a heart for the homeless.
Their stories seem to reach you in a tender spot.
Earlier today, Elizabeth contacted me via Facebook.
I’ve never met her, but she sent me a message that I found powerful and moving (included with her permission in its entirety below).
At present, she’s homeless — but certainly not without a voice.
In her own words …
Hey Dave! You found me. Ha! I must warn you that I curse like a sailor and have a very irreverent sense of humor.
I’m currently homeless & my path & story is one of brokenness, healing & redemption. I raised my kids alone for 8 years (after 14 years of marriage) and then sent my oldest to college, my middle son (14) to live with his dad, broke off an engagement and gave up my 10 year old daughter to her dad (all the same father) because it was what was best for her.
My kids have ached for their dad. I’m thrilled for them to FINALLY have him caring for them excellently as he always should have.
I am here now to partner with him & raise them. He is, once again, hostile towards me, although there is no real reason to be. I am no threat.
I’m hoping to get into the OC Rescue Mission in Corona. I truly love the homeless & have never felt more at home than among them. (crazy, huh?!?) I ache for those who suffer. I understand dignity & respect. I embrace & love them as one of their own. I share their story of trauma & suffering & being worn down. I am a problem solver and a joy monger!
I have a story to tell. Many stories. I hope to become a writer and a teller of tales. Epic stories of redemption & hope. I’m living out several of them.
I wept as I read yours, because only men can minister to homeless men. I have been targeted by some of the homeless men and it simply isn’t appropriate.
But hey, I’m just THRILLED that you cared enough to notice.
I’m writing to you in my car, out of gas, in Pomona, depressed & worn out from all the effort it has taken just to see my kids and eat healthy when every free meal (I can’t complain!!!) offers me donuts or heaps of bread, when I really want broccoli or cheddar cheese or tuna or olives or something with protein, calcium, or fiber!
I haven’t showered or organized my clothes in days. And I get offered Girl Scout cookies every night. I mean, this is someone’s fantasy, but it isn’t mine! Lol.
Wow. What can you say to that? Elizabeth says she has written about her homeless odyssey, and is planning on writing a book about her journey. Stories of trauma, healing, and everything in between. Click on the photos below to see some pictures, along with her captions.
Here’s where you come in: Would you leave Elizabeth a note of encouragement, and spread the word so that she (and others like her) know that people out there care?