How are You Going to Share Their Story?
All of us have a story to tell, some are just looking for the ears to listen. How are you going to share their Story?
Some of you may remember shortly after I started SecondIron’s Blog I shared a story about a gentleman I met out in the rain. This man had nothing to offer and yet I had all to gain. He was homeless and looking for company more than a handout. I told his story of how he was needing a few dollars in order to find a place out of the rain to stay. I ran into this same man yesterday.
I will call him Joe, as to not give away his real name that I now know.
I was reading the book Bridge Builders out in the hot sun on the river-walk. As I got up to move to the shade I saw a familiar face coming towards me. Not wanting interaction I turned my back and walked away. His pace was faster than mine and he caught up to and passed me by. As he did he looked at me briefly. He turned and stopped, and quietly said “have we had conversation before?” I acknowledged we had.
Noticing that he had a tool-belt around his waist and a cellphone in his hand. I commented ‘you are doing better than the last time we spoke.’ He cheerfully replied ‘yes, I guess I am.’ We talked for a few minutes as he shared how people still treated him with depravity. You see many homeless in America and around the world have jobs. People still treat them with disdain as if they have a disease or were unclean.
As we talked I shared with Joe that he was the topic of a blog post I had written. I explained how everyone, no matter what color, creed or sexuality had a story to tell. Many of these stories go unheard as there is no one to share them, or better yet no one to listen. He shared with me how he had gotten a construction job at the 220 Riverside project nearby. “I don’t know what I am doing and my hands are not made for hard labor, if you can read between the lines”, he said. I acknowledged that many times we must do the things we have to in order to get the things we want.
We continued to share our stories for just another minute or so. I noticed a small tear well up in his right eye. He told me how much it mattered to him that I remembered him. He shared his struggle as part of his story. As we departed he left to go find a place to lay his weary head. You see even though Joe has a job and is on his way to recovery. His cellphone is likely free from one of the many organizations that provide the homeless as part of a recovery process. Even with a job, that does not always pay for a roof over someone’s head. All of these things, Joe still did not let it dampen his spirit or diminish his story.
We all have our own story we are writing. When is the last time, you let someone else share their story with you? I would love to hear your story, or the stories of those that may not otherwise be told. Comment below and lets share our stories together.
About Charles Johnston
Charles is a Christian, husband and father of fur-kids who shares his walk with others in hopes to help other's along the way.