Mel and I spent today at Project Homeless Connect, a now-regular program in San Francisco designed to help connect the homeless to health care, housing and many other social services. It is a wonder of planning and organization – an army of volunteers mobilized to move hundreds of homeless from station to station throughout the day, and to handle mountains of food for the hungry.
This was not my first PHC, as I am now a regular volunteer. My first time I worked slopping soup for the free lunches because I was not up to getting close to “those people.” I enjoyed watching from a safe distance, but somehow I knew that if I was going to grow personally I needed to challenge my fears and do more – to conquer my discomfort and get closer. So I sucked it up and decided to work the intake table – a job that I now would not trade for anything.
Intake is the first point of entry for the clients to access the event. Our job is to collect their personal data and then help them to understand and choose the services available to them.
The first time I worked intake, I was surprised to learn that it was easy for me to welcome these people warmly. All I had to do was smile and introduce myself, and any fear or discomfort that might have been there vanished. I discovered in myself the capacity to look in to the eyes of those less fortunate than me and see in them my very own humanity. And I found a deep desire to make them feel respected.
In return, I got smiles, friendliness and deep gratitude.
I talked with dozens and dozens of homeless clients today – all races and ethnicities, men and women, young and old. Each with a personal life story. Each with their own hopes and dreams. Each with their own life’s burdens. Each a human being.
As I looked in each person’s eyes, I wondered about their stories – the 21-year old boy living in a shelter; or the 53-year old woman looking to meet up with her parole officer; or the elderly African American in a wheelchair who just wanted every service – regardless of whether he needed it or not, as he talked and talked and talked; or the Italian man from Neapolitan descent – yes, I even found a guy with whom I could speak my second language.
These PHC days enrich my life. I feel humbled by touching the lives of the less fortunate. I feel blessed by the fortunes that I have had in my life. And I feel honored to be of service to others who deserve the dignity that we all desire.
I recommend to you, dear reader, to take a bold step into your discomfort zone. You will be amazed at the richness that is lurking within, waiting to be discovered. It will be a small step toward rocking your world.
--C.L.C.


