One night, about a month and a half ago, Maike, Neubia, and I encountered a homeless woman late at night at a White Castle. I think I may have written about the experience. It was powerful. We sat & ate dinner with her, listening to her talk of the domestic violence situation she had escaped and the pawn shop she was sleeping behind. She showed us the contents of her purse - everything she'd stuffed in there for her escape - toothbrush, no toothpaste, deodorant, and a comb. At the end of the evening, I gave her enough money for a bus pass and another meal, and I gave her my card. We offer services that can help you, I said. PLEASE come in.
But this morning my roommates and I ran into an article in the Indianapolis Star. A woman by the same name, homeless, was beaten to death two days ago by her boyfriend. The initial abuser? I don't know. But I cannot describe the emotions coursing through each of us right now. We knew her. She mattered to us. And in the end, the streets claimed her life.
Read it here
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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Wow, I feel such pain and tears have filled my eyes. This is the reason you and Neubia and Ryan and others do what you do. You planted a seed in her life....you were Christ to her. Her life did matter and I hope the her story will be told and not forgotten.
George
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