I moved out of my home town 8 years ago to a village just on the outskirts, when I moved you hardly saw any signs of homeless people around our beautiful town. There has always been the man that sold the Big Issue Magazine on the street and has manners more than most regular people I meet on the odd occasion I venture into town.
Sadly like many places we have homeless folk and on trying to teach a life lesson to Bella and Louis we took one unfortunate soul to lunch. He was ever so grateful and very polite. It wasn’t long into his meal that another person piped up to say that the person we were helping was a drug addict and alcoholic.
I have a bad day at work and I drink a glass of wine, hell if I didn’t have anywhere stable to live I’d have probably O’ded on Vodka and if I knew anyone with weed then hell yeh I would get stoned to forget how crappy my life was compared to the ladies in pristine heels and gents in 4 piece suits that wandered past me daily. Not that I am condoning drink and drugs at all but I emphasise completely.
I’m not massively religious but it really hit home today with the harvest festival at school and how much the local food bank relies on donations to help those less fortunate then ourselves. We took a quick trip to the local shop on the way to school to get some items to donate as Bella told me that she needed to take potatoes but I think she got her wires crossed somewhere. I’m glad I checked with another parent before the kids turned up with a potato each and embarrassed me.
If your local supermarket supports the local food bank, grab a couple of extra items if you remember and drop them in. You can read more about the help and support that the Trussell Trust here.