5-1 Five Journal Whatevs - Tgplan Essay
5-1 Five Journal Whatevs - Tgplan Essay
5-1 Five Journal Whatevs - Tgplan Essay
5/1/12
What is Enough
All people in the world were created to be equal--but it's easy to forget this when they have such
unequal circumstances put upon them. Austin's homeless population is no different: people who
may not have chosen their lot in life, but are not often looked at or treated as equal. As service as
well as out of a desire to do something--if only for a few other people--our group, in a service
program called Think Globally, Problem-Solve Locally, Act Neighborly (TGPLAN), tried to help
them in any way we could. We started by giving them a Sunday morning meal and a light,
though true and honest sermon.
The morning started at 7:30. The Nubian Queen Lola, later known as "Ms. Lola," drove
up in a short school bus with eyelashes over the headlights, got out, and promptly gave every
member of our large group a hug. She let us in, we got to work cracking eggs and preparing
tortillas to be put in the microwave, and then folded tacos until we had filled two wide bowls.
Loading back up onto her bus outfitted with Mardi Gras beads, we set out: first to twelfth street,
and then to the Arch in Austin, Texas.
A fact that was quickly evident to me was their manners--some of the men we served
were more polite than working men, one of them murmuring, "Thank you, princess," as he
nodded and took the two tacos I handed him. After I poured his half-cup of orange juice, he
walked away and we were driving again, to a place where people with sleeping bags and
blankets gathered. There, Ms. Lola gave a sermon that was full of inspiration and less than five
minutes long, then called for some decorum and had them all file into a line. Until 10:30 we
served: two tacos and a half-cup of orange juice each. Pictures were taken, stories were told and
stories were made, and then it was back onto the bus and again to our normal routines.
But the morning was unsettling--because there were people who held grievances, anger,
that sometimes came out when we least expected it. It was life-changing, because those people
came back to apologize and humbly took their tacos, and in those moments I could understand
them. And it lifted a person's heart, because in that understanding one could actually care for
them.
"People don't know a whole lot about [the homeless] except for the ones who have made
it their business to know," says Faith Edson, director of Interfaith Hospitality Network (IHN) at
First Presbyterian Church, "Lots of people are a bit fearful of homeless people." She has been
around them for long enough to know the nature of their situations, and claims that "they often
don't get good press and lead precarious lives." Unlike her, many people have had only limited
exposure to the homeless, and are indeed a bit fearful, purely because they don't understand it.
But Edson, whose parents worked with people from all kinds of circumstances, has had a chance
to understand it very well, and has chosen to do what she can to help it. (Edson, 2013)
But her help is, unfortunately, mostly local: on any given night in Washington, D.C.,
25,000 people are homeless--nearly half families with children. In London, England, life
expectancy for homeless people is more than thirty-four years below the national average. And
50,000 people in the world, mostly women and children, die each day as a result of poor shelter,
polluted water, and inadequate sanitation. (INSP, 2013)
But we know that the problem doesn't only persist at the national and global level: "As an
elementary school teacher on the East side," Edson begins, "I have had some students that are
homeless as well." She goes on to say that the families who are helped by her program (IHN) are
not usually homeless because of drug abuse or chronic conditions, but by a trick of fate--such as