5.3 Miles in West Bradenton

Today started angsty.

  1. Big Annual Fundraiser
  2. An Unexpected Trip to the Office First
  3. Rain
  4. Traffic
  5. Rain
  6. Unfinished Business from Yesterday
  7. Rain

Angst gone within fifteen minutes of the drive after three vivid images.

Image #1: Human in Crosswalk

One mile into my drive is the intersection of 59th and Cortez. I was the first in line at the light. While I waited for green, a slow moving person made their way across the intersection, west to east. Hoodie pulled over their head, slumped over and pushing a walker, they carried plastic bags of items I assumed just purchased at the corner convenience store. What felt like slow motion was real time. I could almost hear God whisper, “What do you think about their angst?”

Image #2: Emergency Vehicles blocking Traffic

Twenty-two blocks east on Cortez at 37th, traffic slowed due to an accident. The sun having not risen yet, all I could see was flashing lights on large emergency vehicles. Detouring through the McDonald’s and Goodwill parking lot, I wondered if the accident might involve a car and a pedestrian. That intersection is a gathering spot for the homeless early in the morning. I could almost hear God whisper, “Imagine the angst of everyone at that scene.”

Image #3: Two Elementary-Aged Boys Walking to School

Having driven through three school zones and noticing the yellow raingear of all the crossing guards, I turned left on Bayshore Gardens Parkway by Bayshore Elementary. An image that I hope sticks with me a long time walked towards me on the sidewalk. When’s the last time you saw two 10-year-old boys walking in the rain under an umbrella? In addition to that rare image, they weren’t running trying to get out of the rain. Casually strolling like two old friends, they laughed as if they’d just made a joke about their wives, maybe even their grandchildren. I could almost hear God whisper, “Remember what I said about children?”

Today finished joyously.

In the Ditch

This week I toured a new residency for a nonprofit whose mission is to provide homeless women and men with mental health challenges a hope for the future. Second Heart Homes is the name of this Sarasota-based nonprofit.

The facility my colleague and I toured-the first residence in their program designed for women-just opened in December. At the moment, three clients are in the program; the facility will eventually be prepared to house 12 women.

My first visit in one of Second Heart’s Homes was in the fall of 2020. I revisit that first tour every time I enter a new residence. Each visit in each residence breathes new life into everyone in the room. Why? Because their is love and hope in each heart and smiles on each face.

Yet, the reality remains that behind that smile is a heart and mind with wounds waiting to be healed. Steps have been taken to start the healing, but the journey has just begun.

This hit home as I heard a simple illustration about one of the new clients in the women’s facility. Although she’s been there for several weeks…although she was friends with one of the other women before moving in…although she no longer has to rely on the Salvation Army for shelter each night, she has to have lights on and her purse is under her pillow while she sleeps.

Take a moment. Imagine what’s behind these necessities.

The image of a purse under a pillow stuck with me. Many thoughts went through my mind, so many to chew on. The one that I most appreciated was this: Thank God someone got in the ditch for this lady.

True empathy cares about not just providing a pillow but what it might be used to protect. True empathy gets in the ditch.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash