When I was about to leave I noticed a young man sitting right next to me. We looked at each other. I said Hi, and he replied ‘ I was trapped by my parents” as if we had known each other. I understood his need to talk and said to myself, gym can wait and invited him to have breakfast with me. He thanked me for the invitation with a grateful smile and picked up his belongings in a small worn out bag which I noticed a handle was broken . I wished I had a backpack to offer him while he tucked the bag under his arm. On our way to IHOP restaurant he revealed to me, he is Irish British and, was born and raised In San Diego, California. I was flabagasted when he said his parents burned his palm when he was 11 years old and showed me his line- less palm. The scars still remain visible and permanent. How can anyone be so cruel?
The parents got divorced and split. He had no home to go back to,and spends a lot of time in the public library. He looked at me in regret and said, they won’t let me sleep there. He sleeps at a homeless shelter. He said he is a Comedian, and looking for work, but it’s not that easy. At the beginning he seemed so shy, but shortly opened up to me and spoke nonstop. He spoke about global affairs intelligently . It broke my heart to see this young man so alone in the city of Angeles. An attractive young man with a charming personality. After we had breakfast while walking with me he playfully threw the empty water bottle in a recycling can then danced a little with a smile when heard music on the way. I saw few moments of pure joy in his face. What a waste of a brilliant mind among many ignored and neglected young artists?
Suddenly, I remembered the Covenant House in Hollywood. About 22 years ago I began to support them as the place reminded me of the Welcome House in Sri Lanka. Couple of years ago I visited the Covenant House and met Amanda Sattler and Tom Bagwell. Tom walked with me and showed me around. I was very impressed of the work they do to save the youth from cruel streets/surroundings. I wondered how I could be of help. So I wrote a blog on my website hoping people may read and support the much needed cause. Please visit – www.teeraslifejourney.com I gave Frank the address and my card and told him to go see Tom at the Covenant House. I was so glad I visited Covenant house and made a connection shortly after I moved back to LA.
Exactly one month later on the 27th June , I heard a girl crying her heart out sitting on a stare- case at the Metro Subway Station. She raised her head and looked at me when I stopped and asked her; why she was crying? She didn’t answer. I then asked “Where are you going? Without a beat she said “Where ever God takes me.. I said “That’s me. I go with the flow. We certainly have something in common.” Then she smiled. The train arrived at the station and I said ” I have to go “and got in the train. Just as the doors were closing she jumped in and sat on the floor close to where I stood and kept moving around her few belongings. She was very restless. When I got off the next station she too jumped off and walked by me. I asked “what’s your name?” She said.” Serenity”. I said “Wow, that’s a beautiful name”; I wake up every morning saying the serenity prayer. I couldn’t just walk away from this vulnarable sad African American girl. While walking with me she humbly said that she was hungry. We bought some lunch and sat down. Then she started crying again. It was quite first then she lost control and was wailing and sobbed in exhaustion.. I sat by her patiently until she calmed down. I asked if she has siblings. Yes, she said 25. She was adopted by a Mexican family along with 25 Ophens.
Her boy-friend for 4 years died of a drug over- dose two months ago. She was into drugs but stopped after his death. She said it was meth. She is homeless. She revealed to me Paranoid Schizophrenia Psychosis disorder makes her react under pressure. My thoughts were, one of these days she might react aggressively and unknowingly making authorities very likely to put her in jail. She certainly need mental help not punishment. Jails are overcrowded with mentally ill young people as they were judged wrongly as criminals. I am not qualified to help them. I have had several confusing experiences with people suffering with Bipolar and Schizophrenic disorder and a number of people with all kinds of mental illnesses.. I understand emotional imbalance, because I was there, my emotions still get the best of me at times. Sometimes we all need help in that area; someone to understand regardless of who or where we are through our lives journey.
I didn’t have the knowledge or capacity to understand them, until I was surprised by people reacting aggressively when least expected to something I said or the way I looked at them unintentionally triggering them to react in anger towards me. I later realized how these conditions make them lose control under enormous pressure; cause stress. Now I am cautious. Those incidences made me speak less and listen more and vowed to stop talking unless it was of any value. How easy is this lesson once we grasp the new concept? Negative thinking and speech patterns make us loose control and this should be a “Universal Promise'” listening is an act of LOVE. Unconditional love what the Greeks describe as ‘agape” is distinct from other kind of love between people.
The reminder of her cry haunted me! similar to my cry many decades ago. I walked the lonely desert and understood how sad and lonely she felt. Our circumstances were different but the pain, the grief, sorrow cause depression is the same.It is hard to comprehend how debilitating a bout of depression unless you have gone through one yourself. It’s a mind-warping spiral where your brain does not have the physical capacity to function properly. I cannot stop wondering how she became an ophen.? Her parents must have treasured their baby to name her Serenity which perfectly suited her personality. Sweet girl; well mannered!. I Hope and Pray she would soon find the courage and strength to move forward .
All of a sudden I had a flash back. Many years ago Sister. Mary Rose from Covenant House sent me a card- The following lines touched me deeply which I later used for my fund raisers for Sri Lanka.
“On the street I saw a girl cold and shivering in a thin dress with little hope of a decent meal. I became very angry and said to God, Why did you permit this? Why don’t you do something about this? For a while God said nothing. That night he replied quite suddenly. ‘I certainly did do something about it. I made you”. The reminder of her card was a AH HA moment for me. I gave Serenity the directions to the Covenant House
At that point all I could do was feed her and show her a WAY
The possibilities to get things done are endless, if we give time of the day to understand those in need a helping hand with love and compassion. There is always something we can do if we care enough. I recall Mother Theresa’s famous words of compassion. ‘ We cannot do great things on earth! We can do little things with great Love”. That evening I put away Sister Mary Rose’s card with my important documents for safe keeping.
Then I saw Barbara on Sunday the 15th July. I hadn’t seen her for the last two to three months. We met about a year ago at the gym. I told her of my concerns about the homelessness and that I was writing an article to be published as the recent discoveries about the homelessness in LA disturbed me tremendously. She surprised me by revealing that she has been homeless for the last five years. An English lady who was born and raised here. She turned 79 on the 1st of August this year (2018). She said all I’ve gotten was a glimpse of the problem. She experience the hopelessness because she live among them and still hoping to live in a home again soon even though it seems farfetched after 5 years on the streets.
Barbara also revealed to me 90% of the homeless population is African American and added Take my word for it, I have seen it all , not just a thing or two!
The drastic change of whether patterns even in LA; frequent heat waves and colder winters are not on their side either. All the unimaginable odds of survival are against them. The magnitude of the problem sounded like an impossible task to be accomplish. She revealed she was afraid to tell me she was homeless in the belief that I might not want to talk with her anymore. I understand as it is not uncommon in the society. She is so grateful I decided to write about it and hugged me on her way out lovingly and gifted be a tiny stuffed dog with a tag written ‘LOVE’ . It was a AWE! moment for me. The hug and the gift spoke a thousand words of gratitude for a simple gesture.
My voice was heard when me and my children didn’t have a place to call our home. The humble plea I sent to the Universe was granted graciously. We have been saved and it’s our turn to save others. I write my heart out to reach out to ‘U’ universe for those in need of a helping HAND.
Let this be a NEWS WORTHY “EYE OPENER” for the news media to help make our world a better place all humanity.
OCEANS17 ANCHORAGE IS A NON PROFIT ORGANIZATION THAT ENCOURAGES PEOPLE TO SHARE THEIR STORIES!
Writing my side of the stories gave me relief, release, and PEACE; most of all I found my voice and able to give back the love given to me freely with deep commitment.
I want to encourage others to do so.
We are in the process of publishing the sequel of my memoir; The title' DIVINE CONNECTIONS, with the subtitle. ' Had to break a bone to meet Kate!
Currently, I am working on an “Eye-Opener" and the title is "Who am I to Judge” with the subtitle "Love Prevails”
Our stories force us to think of our deepest values, pass on the experiences, lessons learned and let our "voices” be heard.
It really matters way more than you Imagine!
Self-confidence is the best accessory! Write Your Heart Out. People might read you and be inspired. Love! Forgive! Give! Let go. No matter what you go through in life be motivated to raise awareness that it's your story as much as mine.
Connect the dots to find answers.
Life is better connected. Often there are many stories linked behind the story
Your story is what you hold. It is something that you will always have. Its something you own worthy of passing on
The power of sacrificial Love displayed in action by our ancestors. Some had the opportunity to share their heroic stories filled with passion; Compassion. A reminder of how much you were loved and treasured, in guiding generations on their path is an ancient practice to shape the lives of generations by following their footsteps.
Those were real struggles and triumphs much like our own. They leave us with their wisdom earned from experiences tested throughout the years.
Their gift is a road map to inner transformation and serenity.
It is your turn to dutifully spread the love given to you.
Tragic yet inspiring compelling stories will benefit generations. They give hope to the hopeless, to take a lead in life to move forward. Stories appear to be shown in a fundamental way in which the brain organizes information in a practical and memorable unique way. The human brain mapping is one of the biggest mysteries. It is the concept of how we create meaning out of our words. Stories are deep-rooted and writing gives the opportunity to dig deeper to find hidden "U" It helps others to have a better image of the bigger picture.
New brain research by USC scientists shows that reading stories is a universal experience that may result in people feeling greater empathy for one another. This creates creative minds and points towards God's hand at work for every season of our lives as the world turns. An amazingly brilliant idea of seems to open doors to the under privilege which provides great opportunities to tell their side of the story, which used to be limited to rich and famous and now easily available at a very affordable price. A new door open welcomes to lift the burden off of once shoulders to give the voice you possess to inspire and achieve better results to make the world a much better place for future generations.
You might read their story and look at the person differently and understand why people are the way they are and give them the opportunity to know you better.
It is said live and learns! Write and learn as well.
There is a time to be still, and time to speak out. Spoken and unspoken words make a lasting impact in US. One of the greatest pleasures in life is reading a Good Read! There is a time to tell your stories! There is a time to write your stories. If its time to act on them records them on paper or tape.
Resurrect your dreams and pursue them. Teach your most valuable lessons in life.
If we can help we should do it with ZEAL Leavy your LEGACY!
Celebrate!
Let your vision inspire generations! What use is it to have ever been young, if you cannot build on that history today. Recall your youth, not simply for nostalgia's sake but to distillessons for today.
P.S. On the 27th June, I attended an event held by "EVERYONE IN" ending homelessness through supportive housing!
Stories from the front line.
Real people who hit the rock bottom became homeless were raised up by those who cared deeply.
Now they stand taller as they 've never been and sharing their success stories to give HOPE!
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GET DOWN TO THE LOWEST LEVEL TO STAND TALLER THAN YOU HAVE EVER BEEN
