I walked my dogs today, it was a cold, windy 3 degrees out. I had on a warm coat, woollen hat, thermal leggings and waterproof boots. Despite this, I still felt the nip of winter. Earlier this year my boiler stopped working and I went a few days without hot water. I will never take the luxury of a hot shower for granted again. I just cannot fathom what it’s like to sleep rough especially at this time of year.
By and large, people do not choose homelessness. There are a myriad of reasons why a person ends up on the streets; redundancy and relationship breakdown. Alcohol/Substance addiction, domestic and or sexual abuse. Ironically, one tragic circumstance leading to another, from frying pan to fire.
One homeless story in particular has always stuck with me;
According to Crisis Scotland there are now 11,800 people either sleeping rough, living in hostels or unsuitable accommodation. A study showed there was one person begging every 75 metres along the so-called Style Mile which takes in Argyle Street, Buchanan Street and Sauchiehall Street in Glasgow. That’s 22 homeless people in a single mile. And it’s no different on the streets of Edinburgh and Aberdeen. Crisis Scotland predict that homelessness will rise by more than 53% in the next twenty-five years.
It will soon be Christmas and the cynics (and believe me, there is nobody more cynical than me) would say, that this is just guilty white privilege talking and know what, they are right. Clichés aside, if you are relatively trouble-free with a roof over your head, food on the table and clothes on your back, that’s privileged. We have become a greedy, wasteful society where everything is dispensable, including people. It’s easy to discard what doesn’t concern you and this is part of the problem. Money talks and if you don’t have it, nobody hears you.
To quote Fight Club “we buy things we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like”.
Homeless people are not to be feared and contrary to common myth are not swindlers trying to con you out of a couple of quid. They are just people trying to survive who have had more than their fair share of the shitty stick. Unpleasant truths make us feel uncomfortable, nobody likes admitting their own flaws. But fessing up and doing something is a win, win.
Don’t want to give the person money, buy them something hot to eat instead. Rather than walking past and bluntly saying NO, make eye contact, smile and say HELLO. Many homeless people say they feel insignificant, invisible and are lonely. Don’t worry, they are not going to come live with you but you will have made them feel human. It could be the only contact they’ve had in weeks. A kind word costs nothing. Not a talker, no problem, leave the money and when you do, smile and wish them well. If any of those don’t appeal, you could always give a homeless kit to a local charity.
Now I’m not saying we should give up all our worldly possessions, shave your head, wear orange robes and live in a cave high in the Himalayas (mind you, it has its appeal). What I am saying is that whether it’s once a year or once a month, it never hurts to think of others. Perhaps you already do and my sanctimonious preaching is getting right on your tits (if you have). Either way I don’t care, if everybody that could, did can you imagine the difference it would make? We would all do well to remember circumstance doesn’t discriminate and homelessness could happen to any of us.
I’ve always done my bit, but know I could always do more. So I’m off to Home Bargains who have some great, affordable winter goodies. I’ll be nagging my family and friends for donations, plan is on making up heaps of homeless kits which in turn I will handover to a local shelter.
The world doesn’t get better by chance, it gets better by change.