When I looked out the window on Tuesday morning, I let out a complaint about having to get the snow and ice off my car. Ugh, typing that makes me a bit mad at myself.
While getting ready for the day, I decided to drive down to the Mission’s Lawrence Street Shelter and see if they opened the doors for the men who didn’t have anywhere to go during the harsh conditions.
They had opened the doors, but on my way inside, I saw a man standing across the street. I invited him in but he said he was OK. In my 3 minutes outside, my hands started to cramp and I couldn’t feel my toes. I can’t imagine how cold he felt. I asked if I could take his photo and he said yes. His name was Tony.
I thought about him and others like him for the rest of the day. I don’t know his story and I don’t know why he stood outside in the cold.
This post has no neat, wrapped-up ending. I am simply learning. Learning who we serve and why. Tony is significant to this process, I just don’t know how yet.