Recently my church put together care packages for the
homeless. In each package, there were
items like a toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion, razors, shampoo, Q-tips, socks
and a $5-10. Along with those we had
smaller additional bags with snacks, like trail mix and granola bars. There were also additional bags with feminine
hygiene products, for the female homeless we unfortunately have here in
Southern California. I don’t know why,
but it bothers me much more when I see a homeless woman than when I see a
homeless man.
However, I was excited about these
additional female-centric bags as I know of several homeless women who spend
time in and around the shopping center parking lot, across the street from my
medical center. I go there almost every
day to get my iced tea at the Starbucks located just inside the front door of
Target. Full disclosure, I go there six
days a week and they make my drink (along with my co-worker Melissa’s drink) a
soon as they see us enter the store. I don’t
know whether to be flattered or embarrassed, so I choose to be flattered. I do not have an addiction to tea, he said
defensively.
I took five of the large packages
as well as the snack bags as there are a surprising number of homeless on my
drive to work, even though the commute is less than two miles. I also took three of the female packages as I
thought I might be able to help the ladies around the Target. I refer to them as the Ladies of Target but I
realize, as I type this, you might confuse them with the wonderful ladies who
work at said Target and I don’t want to upset them, as they hold the keys to my
happiness; mostly iced tea and the occasional bag of Pop Chips.
As the
week went by, I was able to navigate the appropriate and safe lane changes to
come into contact with the homeless on my trips to and from work, errands,
dinner and, let’s be honest, shopping. However,
I ran out of bags before I saw any of the homeless women. I began to notice that I had not noticed them
in the week or so since I became well-supplied to offer assistance. I am unsure if they have found housing or
moved away or something more nefarious has happened.
Truth
be told, since I have been out of town on a whirlwind speaking tour of Central
Texas (and by whirlwind, I mean I spoke at one conference, but they paid me to
speak so, yay me!) I had completely forgotten about the small bags filled with
bags of tampons (and I apologize to my sister Shontyl, for having just typed
that particular word) sitting on the floorboard in the back seat of my car.
Their
presence was brought to my attention this morning when Ben opened the back door
of the car to place the groceries on the back seat after our jaunt to Trader
Joe’s. He asked, with great concern in
his voice, “BooBoo (he calls me BooBoo), what is in this bag?”
I
replied, “Oh, it’s just tampons for homeless people.”
He
asked, “Oh? Do they require these items?”
I said,
“Well some of them do but I couldn’t find them so I now have a bag filled with
smaller bags filled with tampons and I don't know what to do with them.”
And I
truly don’t know. Do I drive up and hand
them, without any other items or explanations, to the first homeless woman I
see? Do I throw them away? Isn’t that wasteful? Do I take them back to church and turn them
in? Do I offer them to a female friend? Is that intrusive? Is it appropriate? Wouldn't it be considered a great thing for someone who is cost-conscious?
Moreover, I don't even know what kind they are. Are they the ones that make you ride a bike or go mountain climbing? If so, do I need to inquire about the intended recipient's activity level before I offer them? Are they the ones with wings? Why on earth do they have wings? Are there different kinds or have I fallen victim to predatory advertising? Am I over-thinking this and just need to stop? Am I the only person with these types of problems? I’m at a loss, y’all.
I’m up
for suggestions. Thank you in advance
for your assistance.
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DeletePlace them in a brown paper bag. In the bag, place a typewritten note indicating that they are a donation for the homeless. Get to church early. Place the bag in an inconspicuous spot, where it can be found by those that organize the homeless care package ministry. Or, you could send them in via US postal service to Gulf Coast Community Ministries(Natalie is the Director.). You can find the address on their Facebook page. They would be glad of the donation.
ReplyDeleteAfter laughing with you about your understandable confusion and conundrum, I decided to take the question seriously. I'd keep one on hand for when you do, unfortunately, run across another homeless woman, but turn in the rest of them back to the church so they can be redistributed. <3
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