An act of kindness, the way it was.

I see it all of the time at the Sunday Friendship Breakfast; large and small acts of kindness that often go unnoticed. Here Leo offers a breakfast to a disabled woman who is unable come inside* for a meal. She may have gone hungry had not this man taken the time and made the effort. Recording this little moment underscores in my heart that helping others less fortunate than ourselves is what this is all about at the Breakfast? We can all make a difference.

*Note - Unfortunately “coming inside” isn’t always an option for disabled people at the Mathewson Street United Methodist Church. There is no handicapped access.. yet. Plans are under way to change this. A capital campaign is in the works to raise the many thousands of dollars needed so anyone who wants a breakfast can have one. Click to enlarge.

The Way It Is In Rhode Island

We drive off every Sunday to our home in Wakefield. It is less than 30 miles from the Sunday Friendship Breakfast in Providence but a million miles away in possibilities. The folks pictured here live on the streets and in the shelters of the city, surviving day by day, meal to meal, hoping for something better.  Possibly they will find housing. Maybe they will get well and get clean. Perhaps they will make a better life for themselves. Maybe...

Pictures here are Wilhelmina, Robert, DayDay in mask, Brian with cigarette, Zulu in uniform, Tom with tattoos, Paula with cane and Charles with his meal. The lady in the second picture pouring sugar and the mother and father with their baby are not identified. Click to enlarge.

Alone on the street, just the way it is for many folks.

July 21, 2015

She came to the Breakfast late, all alone, and spoke to hardly any one. She seemed preoccupied in thoughts, maybe of better times long long ago. To me she seemed to have given up, resigned to a life without laughter or promise. When I asked her name she just waved me away. It was very sad.

Some things never change, it's just the way it is...

Back from a trip to Portland, OR, it's just as I expected. The almost invisible faces of those who have been left behind are still here. There is an unease in me: things just never change. Homelessness here, or in Portland, Oregon, or Miami, Florida, will not go away, at least not any time soon.


The way it is for homeless women.

In Rhode Island, the number of individual homeless women has grown by 65% since 1998. The number of single women – among society’s most vulnerable population – has spiked in recent years. Many nights pass without enough shelter beds to go around for these women.

The way it is when you are homeless.

It s always packed at the end of the month. The money is mostly gone and folks are hungry. I've noticed many of the regulars have begun to trust me, often ask me to take another photo so they can give it to a friend or relative. I did one yesterday for Servio on his bike. He is going to give it to his grandson. Many of my subjects are not just faces. I know many names now, and some fragments of the stories that go with the faces. 

Andy approached me in the hall. His pants were falling down. He asked me for scissors so he could make another button hole in his waist band. I did not have any but told him I would put out a request for 32 waist Bermuda shorts. It's sad, simple things like scissors, or shorts that fit, and/or a thousand other little things are not easy when you live in a shelter. This is the way it is.

Servio is sending this one to this granddson.

Andy needs size 32 waist shirts.

Midnight Moments, the way it was on Saturday morning...

You could say Ralph and Rose are married, but not to each other. Instead, they are married to the idea that it is worth it to help those who have been left behind.

They cruise the grittier streets of Providence every Wednesday evening and every Saturday morning with a station wagon crammed with food and white socks. A sign on the side of the car says, “Prayer and more.” More for sure. I think Ralph said. they have been doing this for many years now. They look for people who are alone, who are wandering the streets. The look in abandoned houses, or under overpasses, or behind dumpsters. They seek out the people who are pretty invisible to most of us. 

They call themselves “Midnight Moments”. (His email is mmouthreach@yahoo.com).They make roast beef, meatball and P & J sandwiches in they own kitchens. They cook up a hearty beef stew when it is cold. They buy socks and bananas with their own money. They sometimes get donations from supermarkets and bakeries. They stop whenever they see someone that looks like they are in need, and they ask, “Are you hungry?” or “Would you like a sandwich? or “Do you need a pair of socks?” This is how Ralph and Rose make a difference. They reach out.

For me, going out with Ralph and Rose  was, you could say, and “eye-opening experience”. Riding with these two gentle souls was really much than that. The couple of hours I spent with them were truly amazing. They are an inspiration. No one asked them to do this. They just saw the need and did it. They have been helping the homeless in their spare time, mostly with their own money for years.

Ralph told me what he is really hoping for is “duplication”, meaning, he hopes others might duplicate what they are doing.  Writing a check once in a while is fine but what he hopes is  that you might keep food or socks or blankets in your car and when you see a homeless person you pull over a pull over and ask, “Hey, do you need a blanket, or maybe a pair of socks?” He is hoping you will reach out. Not just once, but whenever you see someone in need. He hopes lots of folks duplicate what he and Rose are doing.

I recorded in pictures a tiny bit of Midnight Moments.I was quite moved.

Take a look here:  Maybe you can buy some white socks for someone who could really use them...

Ralph Davis and Rose Preston of Midnight Moments.

Ralph Davis and Rose Preston of Midnight Moments.


The Wa It Was On The High Line

Kathy and I took a walk on the High Line and Times Square in preparation for the High Line NYC Photo Safari coming up soon. Visual overload in the Big Apple! Absolutely superb venue. Here are some shots along the way, presented as a slide show. Put on your walking shoes and get a good night's sleep the night before.

The way they were at the Sunday Friendship Breakfast

Last Sunday morning was a beautiful day in Providence. We distibuted more toiletry kits, about sixty of them, thanks to Andrea Smith and John Eastman and other good folks who donated the items. As I have mentioned before, recipients are always eager to get these little bags of personal grooming products, and very appreciative. Below is a little slide show of portraits of mens and women who received your gifts last week:

 

Forty happy people, the way it was yesterday morning

Melvin and Christina are happy because they each are holding a toiletry kit with tooth brush, tooth paste, a razor, shave cream, shampoo, and bar of soap. Happy, too, were about 40 other folks who received these kits. However, there were about 100 other people who did not get a kit because that's all we had. 

If you have any toiletries in travel sizes, please drop them off at Bagelz in Wakefield in the big black box by the door. Kathy and I thank you, and so do the folks who will receive your donation next Sunday morning at the Mathewson Street Friendship Breakfast.

Louis speaks for the homeless, the way it is.

Take nine minutes out of your busy day to hear Luis’ story, then share it so others might better appreciate that homelessness can happen to anyone. Working as a chef for many years, Luis suddenly found he could not continue cooking because of a  physical disability. He now is a member of the RI Coalition For The Homeless Speakers Bureau, a group of men and women who share their stories, hoping to raise awareness and make things better in our community. 

Here’s the link: 

Alone is the way it often is on Sunday.

Some of the folks at the Sunday Friendship Breakfast are so alone even while they are in the company of many others. It's not easy being out on the street and homeless.

The weather outside’s not frightful any more…!

The seasons haves turned, and with warm clothing is no longer a priority. Now it is time to collect toiletries in travel sizes. These are always needed and always much appreciated. Kathy and I made up a few packets from those donated by George Salter and others. One of the first to receive one of these “kits” was this woman we found sitting at the entrance to the parking lot. I offered her one of the packets which she accepted gladly and thanked me several times. She told me her name was Renee and mentioned she was going to be helping in the kitchen today. I asked if I could take her picture she said” Sure, I don’t mind!” So I did.

The way we were on Palm Sunday

It was busy at the Sunday Friendship Breakfast yesterday. All of the clothes we brought, all of the toiletries, all gone in minutes. The need is there, for sure.

The room is always filled on last Sunday of the month. People are hungry. Pastor Jack was at his best, sporting his Spring tie and offering hope. The volunteers worked frantically to feed everyone. And there were new faces. Click to enlarge.



Operation Stand Down RI was the way out of homelessness

Operation Stand Down RI’s mission is to help homeless and at-risk veterans secure stable housing as well as other assistance according to individual needs including case management, basic human needs, referrals, and education and employment services.

Standout came through for Robert and Jessica and kids. You can hear about their long struggle to find decent housing for their family here.

Gifts from a nice angel in Narragansett, Rhode Island

Another angle landed on a little girl’s shoulder last night, thanks to Terrie Mancoll. I dropped off clothing and toiletries that Terrie had generously gathered for both mother and daughter. These many gifts out of the blue brought bright shining eyes and many thanks. The smiles on this child’s face reminded me of my own daughter’s smiles on Christmas’ mornings long past. 

Barbara, not quite homeless now.

I attended the RI Coalition for the Homeless “speakers bureau” on Friday. Barbara and other homeless and previously homeless folks told their stories. Barbara told of the infestations in her house and showed everyone the bite marks up and down her arms. A group of Fulbright Scholars joined our little group and asked many questions of the members including one I often ask myself, “How, in a country of such plenty, can there be so many people living in shelters?”