Why do I care?

Michele: Watching a train roll past a homeless friend's camp.

WHY CARE?

“Why do you do what you do?”

I follow Jesus, and He says to care for the poor, homeless and hungry.

It’s not a suggestion.

He says that when we care for “the least of these,” we’re caring for Him. I tell people, “You want to see Jesus? Go to the street. You’ll find Him there. I did.”

I have struggles in my own life — chronic, often debilitating depression, attention deficit disorder, a spinal injury and a digestive disorder — so I understand what it’s like to live with pain and limitations.

I’m a single mom, and without the support of family, I myself might have been homeless.

My own experiences give me a greater sense of urgency to reach out to those in need.  My income says I’m poor, but my life says I’m rich — I have a place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, health coverage and supportive family and friends.

Not everybody has that. I want to pass on the blessings in any way I’m able.

I love to do street outreach, to visit people “flying” signs on corners, to go see friends living in homeless camps. I like to feed people, to pray with people, to listen and laugh and cry with people. I like to bring things that people need, like blankets, boots, socks, tents, etc. I like to help people find resources to get the long-term assistance they need to end their homelessness.

But I get the better end of the deal. I’ve met the strongest, smartest, wisest, most resourceful, creative, generous, faith-filled people living outside in Greensboro. They’ve taught me, encouraged me, prayed for me and blessed me beyond measure.