This was what another member (former "friend") wrote in their blog today:
"I saw a young white dude with a cardboard sign that said, "Broke and travelling. Please help," with railroad tracks that he drew on it.
Translation: Please help me stay out of my parants' basement in Iowa, so that I don't have to listen to my Dad telling me to cut my dreads and get a job."
I'm an opinionated individual, and I while I do say my fair share, I'm also polite. Which is the reason I don't comment much on other people's blogs. I don't really believe in telling others how to live their lives. And unless I think that my comment is needed or wanted I usually keep my mouth shut.
This, struck me though. And made me FUCKING PISSED. I did leave him a comment but I felt the need to talk about it here also.
I hate that attitude. I really FUCKING HATE IT!
You don't know that kid, in fact - you don't know any street kids story. Unless you've taken the time out of your busy mother fucking schedule to listen. AND, since most people on our little planet earth don't even know how to REALLY listen I doubt that you or that many people have.
I've known so many people who have left home far too young because their family life was unbearable. And I HATE how people in this fucking world look at kids like that and think of them a rodents just looking for a free ride. A life on the street is anything BUT a free ride. They are fucking people.humans, just like you and just like me. And if I mess up, and that becomes my life - then I hope to hell I run into some nice people, some people who have opposite opinions compared to the one written above. In life, there are points where we ALL need a little help.
Look at our fucking generation. Look at how many of us are addicts, look at how many of us are depressed, look at how many of our lives have been touched by addiction or suicide even if we do not suffer personally. Maybe not all of them, but I look at street kids and I see very brave individuals often given a bad hand. But they are still out there, day in and day out trying to make that hand work for them the best way they know how. They and we are the wounded, the forgotten, the never wanted, the sufferers, the strong and the survivors.
I'm not rich. I can't afford to give street kids money every single day. But I often have a favorite or two who I cross on my daily pathand when I do have some extra money, I do give. That's one less hungry night that they have to suffer through. And so many people complain because they will give but then see the kid with a beer or something.FUCK OFF, maybe they needed a fuckin beer.
You're opinion is your ownobviously, this is mine. I just hate that most people never even THINK to look at it from the other side. What if that was YOU. What if you were cold? What if you were hungry? What if you didn't have a home, or what if your home was a place of constant pain? Where would you go?
And anyone who hasn't.I really urge you to have a conversation with a street kid one day. Sit down with them, listen to their story.buy them a hamburger or a beer. Open up your ears, open up your heart and just listen. They need that and so do you, in ways that you couldn't even possibly imagine.
"I saw a young white dude with a cardboard sign that said, "Broke and travelling. Please help," with railroad tracks that he drew on it.
Translation: Please help me stay out of my parants' basement in Iowa, so that I don't have to listen to my Dad telling me to cut my dreads and get a job."
I'm an opinionated individual, and I while I do say my fair share, I'm also polite. Which is the reason I don't comment much on other people's blogs. I don't really believe in telling others how to live their lives. And unless I think that my comment is needed or wanted I usually keep my mouth shut.
This, struck me though. And made me FUCKING PISSED. I did leave him a comment but I felt the need to talk about it here also.
I hate that attitude. I really FUCKING HATE IT!
You don't know that kid, in fact - you don't know any street kids story. Unless you've taken the time out of your busy mother fucking schedule to listen. AND, since most people on our little planet earth don't even know how to REALLY listen I doubt that you or that many people have.
I've known so many people who have left home far too young because their family life was unbearable. And I HATE how people in this fucking world look at kids like that and think of them a rodents just looking for a free ride. A life on the street is anything BUT a free ride. They are fucking people.humans, just like you and just like me. And if I mess up, and that becomes my life - then I hope to hell I run into some nice people, some people who have opposite opinions compared to the one written above. In life, there are points where we ALL need a little help.
Look at our fucking generation. Look at how many of us are addicts, look at how many of us are depressed, look at how many of our lives have been touched by addiction or suicide even if we do not suffer personally. Maybe not all of them, but I look at street kids and I see very brave individuals often given a bad hand. But they are still out there, day in and day out trying to make that hand work for them the best way they know how. They and we are the wounded, the forgotten, the never wanted, the sufferers, the strong and the survivors.
I'm not rich. I can't afford to give street kids money every single day. But I often have a favorite or two who I cross on my daily pathand when I do have some extra money, I do give. That's one less hungry night that they have to suffer through. And so many people complain because they will give but then see the kid with a beer or something.FUCK OFF, maybe they needed a fuckin beer.
You're opinion is your ownobviously, this is mine. I just hate that most people never even THINK to look at it from the other side. What if that was YOU. What if you were cold? What if you were hungry? What if you didn't have a home, or what if your home was a place of constant pain? Where would you go?
And anyone who hasn't.I really urge you to have a conversation with a street kid one day. Sit down with them, listen to their story.buy them a hamburger or a beer. Open up your ears, open up your heart and just listen. They need that and so do you, in ways that you couldn't even possibly imagine.
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cyberhippie:
Being from New York, these are the thoughts that go through my head when I see a young white kid begging. Of course, being from New York, I never thought of it from the perspective of an actual white kid from the suburbs. Many people from the inner city can't understand how a white person can be homeless. I was going for a laugh, and my humor is pretty sarcastic. But, as soon as I read your comment, I realized you were right and deleted the blog.
punknitemike:
wow Faye, i couldnt have said it better myself!!!