The shadows of the house were awash with the eerie glow of the street lights as they filtered through the window. There was no cacophony of street sounds. No metro bus rumbling through the streets, no trucks, no plethora of cars riding past the house. All was dead quiet. And all of it reminded me that I was to be here only a short time. My next move was to be Jordan House; a crisis facility. I was a homeless mental health patient signed onto a crisis facility. A two-fold purpose; get back my mental health and also provide proper housing. Proper housing for the homeless.
Homeless…a word that has many meanings. Without a home of your own is what the majority think of when thinking of the word homeless. But to think of the homeless is to think of the corporate body of people walking the streets without a place to go. I was fortunate to have Jordan House. But what of the person asking for spare change. Spare change can help you purchase a single cup of hot coffee, a hot sandwich or a bus ride to a shelter. A shelter can be a God-sent thing…a place to stay.
In Washington DC, we could use more gifts like a place to stay. It is traditionally called “affordable housing”. This housing is a necessary gift from non-profit organizations that support the homeless. Organizations like the Coalition for Nonprofit Housing and Economic Development who work tirelessly to find housing for the homeless. The people that embody these organizations have goodwill for the homeless. They wrap their collective arms around the homeless and try to help. The look of quiet desperation is evident on the faces of the homeless, but people can help them to be brave. I used to be homeless. I now stay at Hyacinth’s Place: a place of help and healing that provides for low-income women that are trying to better develop themselves and ready themselves for the future. I made it. Let’s hope that all the homeless of Washington DC make it. Let’s hope that all are treated with the love and compassion that fosters the belief that home is where your heart is. Let our hearts be with the homeless.
Lady E., Resident