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When Magdalene's Mission hits the streets. |
Like cockroaches the homeless swarm out from under darkened houses when the caravan arrives with warm meals and clothes, dispensing medical help and hope. and love. Yes, love. For they are people, not roaches and they have needs and wants and dreams. Rehab was full when they reached that point that they wanted help and needed to quit and hit that mark that pushed them to try. Again. Their stuff was stolen while they waited in a line to just be turned away and might they have a blanket or a pair of shoes? The caravan wraps them in warmth and offers pepper spray. Not an easy life on the city streets. They see a tiny lady they've been worried about for weeks and she's smiling as she's happy to see them too. She doesn't need anything tonight; she's good. This lady needs everything, grasps at second chances and third and fifteenth. She takes a hug with her as she crawls back through a broken winder into the dug out hole beneath a rotten floor. But it keeps the rain out and on sunny days she can see the blue sky. And she can hear her ladies coming down the streets in the dark. No streetlights here, but there are shadows aplenty.. |