Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Xavier Church Shelter Cleaning

It was a pretty nice place to volunteer. The Fr. Ned Coughlin SJ Shelter houses 13 people a night. They are from the Oliveri Drop-In Center that apparently fills shelters with candidates. It's actually a men's shelter, which is rarer in the city; there are, understandably, less services for homeless men than women and child.

We spent an hour and a half cleaning the kitchen, sleeping area, bathrooms, and den. It was actually a nice place though the solid scrub down/mopping really helped, especially in the corners of the kitchen that had accumulated a lot of dust and garbage.

They had some books and computers for entertainment; someone was even reading H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine that I saw on a nightstand.

I had some major flood damage in my apartment recently and I’m still dealing with the fallout. I remember the exact instant I walked into my apartment, water pooling on the floor and all my furniture pushed to the side [the super had been notified and tried their best for a few hours before, but I hadn’t been called about it.] It was heart breaking. It caused me anger and headache and annoyance.

Now, yes, in this context it’s hardly a problem, compared to the issues facing people who would use the Shelter’s services. But what it gave me was more empathy to how extremely challenging it must be to not have a place to your own. The flood disrupted everything, it affected the security I had in my own home.

To not have a private space is not an enviable position. And to have that security completely nonexistent must be so difficult. I’m glad to have given a little time to try to ease that burden for others in much worse positions than I.

Anyway, that’s 1 for 1, next month lets go for 2 for 2. I’ll try to take pictures next time.

 

Reading with Kids at Resurrection Church