September 7, 2013, Week 25 care packages for the homeless of Logan Square, Chicago. 126 care packages have been delivered as of today.
Week 25 of making and delivering these care packages to the homeless of Logan Square, Chicago. 126 bags have been made so far. Can’t believe its been over six months and it just gets better all the time. If you’d like to help the homeless…make yourself 1 bag a week and take it to the same person with consistency. Introduce yourself, ask their name, develop a relationship and trust. Be consistent. Keep your word. Be patient. Be safe. The connection is a way to raise awareness when you share your experience with others. You can build esteem, human connection and understanding out of something positive and you will be a more complete person for what you’ll learn about yourself and others along the way.
September 15, 2013, Week 26 care packages for the homeless of Logan Square, Chicago. 131 care packages have been delivered as of today.
September 29, 2013, Week 28 of making and delivering care bags to the homeless of Logan Square, Chicago. 143 care bags have been made and delivered as of today. I was able to find Theresa and talk to her for about 20 minutes. She told me the city came and threw away all of their bedding on that side of the street. She was frustrated with some of the homeless on the other side that she feels didn’t do enough to salvage their bedding before it was hauled away. She asked me for blankets and I told her I would see what I could do.
Jeff was at his usual spot on the corner of Elston and Logan Blvd. I called out to him and waited at the corner for him to approach. He was visibly upset and emotional. Tears streaming down his face. He was having a hard time today. He expresses sadness and disappointment at the way people view him. I asked if anything in particular happened today, if someone said something to him to harass him? His reply was “things are just getting to me”. He told me he has been homeless for nine months. He was born with heart problems and recently suffered a heart attack. He couldn’t work while recovering and couldn’t meet the demands of his bills. He is 53 years old. As he’s trying to hold back the tears, hes telling me “not everyone out here is like you.” He wants people to understand that he is a person, just like everyone else. He tells me he doesn’t use drugs or alcohol. I worry about him. I hope the talking today helped a little, but I feel helpless. At times like these I find little comfort in a bag of nutrition bars and toiletries. He must feel so disconnected.