Being homeless sucks. It lacks status. One scrapes by with minimal amounts of money. Little by little I’m getting worn down. I feel a profound depression creeping-up on me. If I, ever, hope to extricate myself from this predicament, I’ve got to keep it together. I cannot allow my homelessness to break my spirit.
The one, sure-fire, way of retaining one’s humanity is to do a good deed for complete strangers. From Proverbs to Galatians the bible is consistent… The giver is blessed and God will see to it that there is reciprocity. And in a colloquial sense we say, “what goes around, comes around.” And for those still not convinced… I direct you to the Mental Health Foundation’s article Doing good does you good which lists the latest research on the health benefits of helping others.
How can a homeless person with barely enough funds for themselves do any good deeds for others? In my article, Free Food. The Bane of my Keto Existence I mention that sometimes in the course of my cleaning of AirBnB vacation rentals, I am tempted off my Keto Diet by free food the guests leave behind. I intend to gift these items to the people who car dwell within Rocky Nook Park (near the Santa Barbara Mission) as the items become available.
I have it on good authority that there are quite a few car dwellers who frequent this park. Many are pensioners whose tiny stipends are not enough to cover the costs of maintaining a residence. These people have put in the years of work. Living in their cars is what they have to show for it. It is to these people I give the free beer and whatever else free things the guests leave behind, I can’t use and shouldn’t have. Its not much, I know, but its something. And hopefully the gods of good fortune will see that I am trying and take a chance on me.