Stigmas surrounding homelessness should be disregarded
November 5, 2016
The sun beat down with no abandon on the cracked, black asphalt of the Walmart parking lot. Wavy lines of heat rested above the pavement. Carefully wedged in between my index and middle finger was my car key, sort of like my own Wolverine claw.
My mom has always held hers that way to protect herself, so, naturally, I do too‒just in case.
As a recipient of the World’s Worst Parking Job award, I tend to park away from other vehicles, which usually means parking in secluded areas and in the backs of parking lots. (This also means that the walks back to my car are quite a workout).
An unfamiliar voice brought me to a stop after I had opened my car door. I looked to see a thin woman carrying a bag and hastily walking toward me in an attempt to catch my attention. This, as it would anyone else, startled me and caused me to backpedal a bit. I tried to slip into my car, but the woman persisted and said something that threw me off and made me stay.
“Do I look bad?” she said.
“I was just wondering because every time I walk up to people they leave or ignore me.”
Her face was streaked with sweat and she looked tired.
I told her that she looked fine but ought to get out of the sun, to which she agreed. After explaining to me her plight, she asked if I would go back into Walmart with her and help her buy something that she needed.
All my life, I had been told to not hand out cash or talk to strangers, so, stranger-danger alarms blaring, I asked if she wanted some water instead. (I kept a gallon-sized baggie in my trunk filled with a water bottle, some granola bars, toiletries and a slip of paper regarding shelter information‒ just in case). The woman, clearly shaken, nodded her head. “Really?” she said. It seemed like she didn’t believe me.
I walked her around to the back of my car. I kept my key in between my fingers still, wary of this unknown woman. One part of me told me to get out of there as fast as I could, and the other craved to destroy the all-homeless-people-are-lazy-liars stigma that had been so deeply ingrained into my head for so many years.
When I handed her the baggie, the lady began to sob. She rummaged through the contents of the care package hungrily and repeated, “I appreciate you so much,” over and over again.
I had never seen someone so moved. She told me that I was a good person and that she was extremely grateful. I would have went in for a hug had she not been so incredibly sweaty.
That lady taught me more than any social experiment video would have. She taught me more than what a sermon at church would. That thin, homeless stranger roaming around the Walmart parking lot taught me love and kindness.
Human beings need kindness. Humans need to be loved and cared for. They ought not to be treated less because of who they are, what they’re wearing, where they’re from or what their salary is. Treat disadvantaged people with the same respect you would have for anyone else. There is never a way to know what others have been through, or what they’re going through.
Pay no heed to stigmas. People are people. Always be kind to everyone.
Karen Chambless-Lynch • Nov 8, 2016 at 12:15 pm
Beautiful well told story.
While I know there are a lot of people out there with evil intentions, there are also people out there who are decent but for what ever reason, destitute. This is an awesome example of how to help someone who appears down and out without unduly putting herself in danger.
If everyone would go this extra step to help others this world would be a much better place for everyone. And yes, sometimes you will help some undeserving person but then the blessing is on you not them. Also, who knows you might just strike a cord in them and change their mind set causing a complete change in them.
Rosemary longnecker • Nov 5, 2016 at 7:44 pm
I really enjoyed this. You have a lot of compassion for others at a young age. Good luck in your future! Always be humble and kind!
Karen Sorsby • Nov 5, 2016 at 6:04 pm
Note to Cailey Roberson: I sat down to check email and Facebook before starting dinner and someone had shared a link to your well-written and inspirational story. When I finished reading I noticed a new one gallon zip-lock bag on a table across the room . I sometimes paint outside and use the baggies to carry paint tubes or pastels so I keep a few handy here in the “art room”. When I finish typing I am heading for the kitchen to fill the bag with water and food, etc. I never thought to keep something in the car for someone in need even though I, too, have occasionally been approached in parking lots. Great idea! Thanks for sharing.
Charlotte Stubbs • Nov 5, 2016 at 6:00 pm
Beautiful story.