Have you ever wondered who those homeless woman are in the streets of downtown San Diego? Can you identify with the pain of these women? Have you ever felt loss, fear, rejection, or abandonment?
While sharing a meal with the homeless women at Rachel’s House, I learned that there are so many women on the streets, there is a lottery to get into this shelter. Over carne asada tacos, a young pregnant lady looked at me with sad eyes, revealing her loneliness and fear. Her story tore at my heart. I was filled with compassion and attempted to understand where she was coming from. I couldn’t imagine a more empty feeling than bringing a child into this world without a home or the income to care for the newborn baby. Isn’t the feeling of being unwanted the most terrible form of poverty?
I struggled with how to reconcile all the opportunities I’ve been given in my life with the ones that were missing in this woman’s. Why was I so fortunate and she was not? I began to understand that what I brought for dinner was not as important as my contribution of self. This may sound corny, but I have found that the more I am willing to give of myself, the more I get back.
If you come and donate some of your time to these women, you will walk away feeling really good about yourself. I admit I’m kinda lazy, so I don’t visit Rachel’s House as often as I want to, but I can’t think of anything more rewarding or anything that brings me more satisfaction. I do this for self-gratification, and I really enjoy it!
It’s about feeling good here on earth. Making the world a better place is one way to accomplish this. As I read the Ghandi quote over the kitchen table, “Become the change we want to see in the world,” I began to give it some thought. If I want the world to be a more generous place, I need to be more generous. If I want the world to be filled with more joy, I need to bring more joy to others.
Remember, the biggest floods are made up of single raindrops.















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