Even, my homeless friend

Our friend, Even, stopped by tonight to show us his new bike. He bought it with lottery winnings. My husband wasn’t home, so I sat on the porch this evening and visited with him. He used to live in a group home down the street, and could always be found riding up and down the streets on his bike unless it had been recently stolen.

Even has had a rough life. I won’t go into the details without permission to share his life story, but I will say that he has lived in survival mode most of his days. He’s been homeless before for 8 1/2 years, and has been homeless again for the past year. He is already talking of the upcoming winter. He says that age 52 he doesn’t know how many more winters he can handle living homeless.

Even is not the stereotypical homeless man. He is not a drunk, he refuses handouts, and most definitely doesn’t beg. I can’t even get him to eat here when he stops by. He doesn’t ever want us to feel like he is using us. He lives on the spare jobs he can get here and there, and on his lottery winnings. And he always talks of someday winning big and being able to buy a home.

My friend, Even, is a reminder to me that not everyone is homeless because of drugs or alcohol, or the lack of a desire to work, or whatever stereotypical reason I can throw out there. His life is different. Because of some brain function issues caused by an accident early in life, Even appears quite normal but just can’t work the system. He just can’t quite fit the norm or hold a job for long. He mentions that most 52 year olds have houses and families, and he talks of his survival without a home. He explains his pulley system that allows him to sleep high in the trees in a hammock and pull his bike up with him to keep it safe. He excitedly shares that someone has been letting him sleep on their property in an old bus, and that he just got a solar shower. He talks of bathing in the public restroom at the park and how there just ain’t nothing like a real shower.

Even also shares the very dark side of being homeless and being kicked while sound asleep for no reason, having rocks thrown at him in the night by a drunk man who tells Even his life is worth nothing because he’s homeless, of trying to find work but employers not wanting to hire someone without a city address. Life is hard.

Tonight I rejoice with Even because he has a nice new bike. And I am thankful that I was here this evening when he knocked on the door.ย  I invited him back for lunch tomorrow so he can show Scott his bike. I hope he comes.

amanda โˆž

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10 Responses

  1. Thanks for sharing this story, Amanda. It makes me want to be more compassionate and understanding. Thank you.

  2. [Even appears quite normal but just canโ€™t work the system.]

    You could put Marissa’s name in this sentence and it would be true of her. It is exactly what I fear for her life.

  3. It’s so true. life can be hard and one shouldn’t be so intolerant. thank you for sharing and reminding us that yes “the system can be very complicated”.best

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  5. Thank you for sharing this so beautifully! It is a necessary message!!!! and btw~*HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMANDA!* I hope it is as beautiful as YOU are!!!! (((((HUGS))))) sandi

  6. I work with folks who are different enough to need some assistance. Over the years, they’ve been a huge blessing to ME, if only by showing me the way that every human is holy. I wish your friend well.

    Robin.

  7. Thank you for your comment…I needed the affirmation. Did we talk in Katies class? It is nice to see your love of the Lord on your blog.

  8. Amanda,
    I’ve been considering the homeless and impoverished around us quite a bit. I’ve held that awful, prideful, selfish attitude that the homeless are homeless because they choose to be and my assistance to them only enables them to remain homeless and irresponsible. God has shown me that any charity I offer gives Him the glory, regardless of what the recipient does with said charity and that I am not responsible for what is done with it…I’m only called to give out of a willing heart in obedience to Scripture. If I expect the charity to be used as I wish, I haven’t truly given anything.

    We are called to love all in Scripture – but we are especially called to love, help, and tend to the homeless, poor, needing, hurting around us and that is one of the greatest ways we can display Christ in us.

    Thank you for sharing this! God truly used this to bless me and confirm His working in my heart regarding this issue.

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