Soul Searching

Last night was like no other.

I usually have too much to say…too many words to write down.

But, this experience has affected me in a way others have not, hurling me into unfamiliar territory.

So, here I sit, speechless, before a blinking cursor that’s begging me for words.

I have spent my entire life looking away from the misfortune, hardship, and pain of others. I’ve found it too much to bear, so instead of dealing and feeling, I run away, back to my comfortable life.

What if everyone ran?

Last night, I surveyed young, homeless people. I gathered information for the heroes who run towards those without, rather than away from. Heroes who seek to better understand these young people, so they can help them get back up.

I was so nervous in the hours leading up to the count, my heart pounded through my chest.

I was nervous I wouldn’t know how to talk to them. I was nervous they would see me for what I am – someone who’s been given everything and lacks for nothing. I was scared they wouldn’t feel how deeply I feel for them, or how much I want to help them.

But, I forced myself to enter the shelter anyway, pushed through the doors with all of your beautiful words.

The first person who walked over to me was broken in so many ways; her soul was in pieces. I did my best to make her comfortable, letting her know she could say whatever she wanted, and hold tight to those things that were too hard to share.

I feared going into this that I’d break down right there in front of these young ones. Or, that I would detach too much, masking how much I cared.

But, sitting there in front of these beautiful humans, I felt at home. I managed to find a balance between being a sobbing mess and a robot.

Some shared very little of themselves. Some couldn’t let it out fast enough. One thing was evident – both hadn’t been listened to for a very long time, and have been swept aside by all of us…sweepers.

I shared with the ones who checked yes that I, too, had been to jail – for a DUI when I was 25. I needed them to know that bad choices don’t make you a bad person, and that they mustn’t define you.

I wanted her to relate to me, despite our different journeys.

I stripped my finger of it’s sparkly engagement ring, my ears of their small diamond studs, before heading over there.

I was desperate to remove the tell-tale signs of privilege, wanting them to see me for who I am underneath it all.

A fuck-up.

A failure.

An insecure girl, who has fought, and continues to fight, the voices that have told me my entire life that I’m worthless.



A work in progress.

Someone who is just now learning that I’m worth so much, and more than capable of all those things that once seemed impossible.

A fighter.

A success.

I sat in awe before the 18 year old young man who’d been bounced around the system from the age of six months old, never having a mother, a father, or any family at all.

Despite it all, he wanted to be a counselor.

He told me he’d change the world.

And, he will.

With all that’s been handed to me, it still took me so long to find his kind of bravery. Sometimes, it still eludes me.

A young girl tapped me on the shoulder and asked if we could just talk.

She shared with me a life filled with pain and neglect…one void of love or kindness.

I finally asked her if she needed a hug (because I needed to hug her). She cried, and said yes.

I hugged her so hard I could have broken a rib. I was desperate for her to know that I loved her and believed in her, even if no one else ever had.

She asked me if I’d be back. I promised her I would.

I hope she’s still there for me to hug again.

Over the past few months, something has clicked for me.

The homeless epidemic that once seemed too big to tackle, now seems too big to neglect.

I’m tired of hearing people that come from trust funds say they’ve worked for all they have and resent those who “mooch” off the system.

I’m tired of others, that truly have worked for what they have, asking why everyone else can’t do the same. No two situations are alike. It’s absurd to compare hardships.

My problem has always been assuming that I can’t make a difference.

I’ve always thought to myself, “Why bother?”

Screw that.

We must bother.

We must try to be parents to the parent-less, sisters and brothers to the sibling-less, and friends to the friend-less.

We must do less judging and questioning, and more listening and loving.

We must remember that, one day, it could be us, our children, our parents, or our friends, that need a hand.

We must be softer.

And, most importantly, we must stop pretending that we aren’t part of the problem…or the solution.

Because, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Why the hell else are we here?


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Stay tuned tomorrow for Project: We See You – February!

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  1. You're pretty fucking amazing.
    • admin January 30, 2013 | Reply
      YOU ARE, amazing. And I owe you some posts...I'm on it. xoxo
  2. Melissa January 30, 2013 | Reply
    I must say I find you inspiring. At this point in my life I can only try to help one person. The person who brought me into this life. And she is like you, minus the swearing of course. Her soul reminds me of yours. I am MAD at the people that she gave to who havent given back to her in HER time of need. But I can. And she is the only one right now. The ONLY one that I can really focus on. You my younger friend are so much like my Mom.
    • admin January 30, 2013 | Reply
      I'm sorry your mom hasn't been given what she deserves. I hope that changes and soon. xoxo
  3. Sam millus January 30, 2013 | Reply
    I am so amazed by your strength and feel so deeply that same sense of scared longing to help the helpless. Now I need to find my courage and scares the shit out of me. But YOU? YOU inspire me, and show me it can be done. So thank you. Xo
  4. Tracy January 30, 2013 | Reply
    Thank you so much Allison, you always provide a good cry for me, at least once a week. Your journey to explore your deeper humanity humbles me. It also keeps me on my toes. I am researching where my skills are best served as this is what we all should be doing. Hugz all the way from MI <3
  5. pgoodness January 30, 2013 | Reply
    You are such a spectacular person. An inspiration. I'm so proud of you.
  6. Leah January 30, 2013 | Reply
    Thank you for doing this. I know for a fact that if I, like you, were not raised with privilege (and still pretty spoiled by my parents), that my girls and I could have easily been in that situation after my divorce. You're a good egg. :)
  7. Chuck January 30, 2013 | Reply
    Extremely proud of you. Hearing some of your stories have encouraged me to help out more not sure how but I am sure I will find that path soon.
  8. Ruth H January 31, 2013 | Reply
    You are amazing Allison, I am a soggy mess reading your experience. Meanwhile, this is what our local government is doing about the homeless problem....
  9. Whitney February 5, 2013 | Reply
    Allison, thank you for writing this. Thank you for caring, for letting yourself be vulnerable to see other people's pain. It is people like you that help build community for those who feel like no one loves them. I am crying reading about your experience, and I appreciate the encouragement before I head to work today! Thanks for the motivation :)

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