Today i was invited to accompany my good friend on a 'homework assignment'. I'm not too sure what exactly the assignment requires her to do, but i think it entails some form of community service to those in need. She decided on a homeless shelter as her area of service.
Neither of us had ever helped out at a shelter before, so naturally the idea of helping there was intriguing. What were the people like? How did the shelter operate? Why were the other helpers there? I decided to tag along and see what it was like there.
I already had a picture in my head, maybe somewhat prejudice, of what it would be like there. I fully expected all the people there to be old, smelly beings. I just knew i was going to see knotted hair, missing teeth, dirty fingernails, tattered clothing, smelly breath, stinky odors. There was going to be people who make hundreds of dollars by on ramps but are too lazy to go get their own meal, so they are at the shelter for free food. There were going to be those who lost jobs yet refuse to look for another one, so they take advantage of a free shelter. I knew the people helping there were just there because they are paid to, it's their job, they don't care.
Now I'll be honest, homeless people scare me. I have what you might call a 'homeless-phobia' and according to the above paragraph, i can be a bit prejudice. These are the things that i expected to see tonight, but when i arrived at the shelter, my thoughts about the place were completely altered.

The first thing i saw were the people living at the shelter. Old? No, half of them were children below the age of nine. Smelly, knotted hair, and missing teeth? Not one person i saw looked like this. Tattered clothing or unbelievable stench? Not at all. I was amazed. These people were normal, ha, not what i expected at all.
I was able to serve these people food, nothing much, just chili dogs, chips, celery and some dessert, but they were grateful nonetheless. The whole night was extremely humbling and made me rethink about all the things that i take for granted. It's sad really that it takes a trip like this to make me see how blessed i really am.
There were three things that stood out like crazy to me. One, the people volunteering. With the exception of two or three that ran the shelter full-time, everyone else was a volunteer. And not just a one time helper. No, these people had been helping for months, some years. They truly cared for these less fortunate people, they loved them. They paid for the food out of their own pockets, they cooked all the food themselves hours before dinner time. These helpers were all amazing people.
Two, the children. These kids were darling! They were the biggest eye openers for me. Why? Because they were HAPPY. Children can be a perplexing wonder. These kids literally had nothing. Yet here they were, laughing, running around and playing, jump roping, kicking a soccer ball around. Here are human beings that, without really knowing it, are loving life simply because they are ALIVE! Nothing else seemed to matter, not toys, cool clothes, TV, just life.
Three, the homeless adults, two men to be exact. One man prayed for the food before we ate, and all he did during his prayer was Thank God for what he had. Like the children, he was happy, he didn't need possessions to make him 'alive'. The other man shattered my 'lazy' expectation. All he did the entire night were chores around the shelter. I saw him stop working only once, and that was to ask me if i could save some food for him so that he could eat when he was done! What a man, he even refused to eat until he had finished his work. He wasn't taking what he was being given for granted.
I know i will always be thankful to my dear friend who asked me to tag along. I hope to be able to go back soon and help out more. Tonight i learned to love, laugh, and be thankful.
I would encourage everyone to help out some where like this. It's rather easy, only an hour of your day to bless someone else and possibly learn some life lessons.
It was quite an experience.