Bittersweet Confirmation

It was getting dark and while driving home, I saw a homeless man on the side of the road.  I circled around to talk to him. I asked him what his story was and he began to tell me a little about his situation.  His name is Zade and he is 22 years old.  His mom is having to move in with a boyfriend and the boyfriend said that she could not bring her son with her. I understand that he’s an adult, but still, he obviously needs some support. I asked him if he had been to any of the shelters.  He said that he felt really bad about having to go to any homeless shelter, and worse that he was in this situation at all. We talked a bit and he told me that he had a friend in the area who said he might be able to spend a night or 2 on his couch, and how he was supposed to be getting a job. He had arranged transportation with a local organization (I thought that was great to hear.) that could help him get to where he needs to be.  We talked casually for a bit more and while he said he was doing ok, I could see in his eyes that he was just trying to hold it together. My heart went out to him.  He stood on the corner in 30 degree weather wearing a thin hoodie and paper bags covering the hands that held up his sign. At this point, I did the only thing I could do… I ran to my house and brought him some of Michael’s warm things, gloves and a hat because I just hate to see these young people in this kind of situation.  I hate to see it for anyone, at anytime, ever, but I believe these young adults are the generation that can really make a difference in this world and I feel determined to help in any way that I can.

It was time to go.  I handed him $20, I gave him a hug, told him to take care and encouraged him to let go of any judgement he had about going to the shelter.  Everyone needs a helping hand once in a while and there is no shame in that!  I drove away from him wishing I could do more.  That boy, Zade, is one of thousands of young people who are homeless and trying to find a way to survive in this world.  This experience solidified my belief that this is the work I need to be doing. Helping kids (I call them kids even though they are young adults) in need – this is my calling. I want to show these kids love and support that encourages them to go after their dreams with total belief in themselves. This experience caused me to pull Earth Tribe Ranch down off the shelf and brush off the dust.   Let’s get this started!  It’s time.

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