One would think, if a journalist had reported on poverty long enough – the stories would get old, dated, monotonous. No such luck! Every day the plight of the marginalized takes a new twist.
Even after decades writing on poverty, running homeless shelters and advocating for the poor, I’m still surprised on a regular basis. Here’s today’s stunner.
I just got word from Cheryl (not her real name) that she’d made a blanket for our Memorial Blanket Project which will be held this December 21st on the west lawn of the US Capitol. She heard about our plan to create a massive art installation with a minimum of 500 handmade blankets in honor of those who not only live on the street but die there as well. We chose the winter solstice because, as the longest night of the year, it’s when many housing advocates memorialize those we lose.
If you like fast food and you live in Cheryl’s town, you might know her. She works full time, flipping burgers. Perhaps you see her at the gym nearby. She has a membership at one so she can get a decent shower before work. If you’re lucky enough to live down the road from the homeless shelter in her town, you’re also her neighbor.
Though busy and stressed out, this woman spent time this fall thinking of others. It seems Cheryl heard about her project, took some of her grease-soaked wages and made a blanket for another person in need. See, Cheryl knows how bad it sucks to lose everything. Cheryl knows how it feels to think nobody cares. Cheryl heard about our project and – in the midst of her own disadvantage – she decided to participate. To help. To let someone know that they’re not alone.
I’ll be in Maine next month to host a few collection sites for those who made blankets and want them to go to our art installation in DC. After our event, we’ll deliver the blankets to folks struggling with homelessness.
Seems Cheryl has to work while I’m in the area. She has a friend who’ll be dropping the blanket off for her. It’s not surprising that she couldn’t take the time off – she’s hoping to save enough for a place of her own. Besides, it’d be expensive to travel to one of my locations. Maine’s a big state, after all. And… I’m sure I don’t have to tell you... transportation is a challenge for folks in need.
No matter – I’m pretty sure I’ll want a cheeseburger one of those days. I’m not just going to see her so that I can say, “Thank you.” I’m also going so that I can meet this woman – who based on her lived experience – knew that she could make a difference. I’m excited to honor her for taking the time and resources to help a perfect stranger in need – need she knows all too well.
Oh, and another thing. If you’ve made a blanket and you’re wondering how to get it to DC – either by visiting one of our state drop off sites, or by mailing it directly – all the details are at our website. If you’re in the DC area on December 21st – we hope to see you at the main event. I’ll be happy to show you which blanket Cheryl made.
