The day Scott* came through the Mission doors, he was hungry and homeless. He had been aimlessly walking our city streets. He stopped in front of the Mission for a long while, agonizing about coming inside . . .
We all have friends, family, colleagues and neighbors negatively impacted by COVID-19. Don’t we? Some are either sick, recovering, retrenched or struggling to get needed medications and food supplies in the ongoing lockdown, which simply means they need the good old empathy and compassion.
I am yet to come across an individual or organization that would rather have people think the worst of them. We all want people to think of us as good, smart, efficient, effective and reliable – just as we think of ourselves. Don’t we? But people are not bound to see us the way we see ourselves.
It was a bitterly cold and windy day when William came through the Mission doors hoping for a meal . . .
It was a bitterly cold and windy day when William came through the Mission doors hoping for a meal . . .
Shackled by an addiction he could not overcome, Isaac called our city streets home for six long, painful years.
It was a cold January day when he finally came through the Mission doors. He was freezing, starving, and desperate to change his life.