On my way to work this past Friday morning, I saw a homeless man dragging a blanket behind him while crossing the street at Belvedere and Union. A grown man looking down, looking beat and broken by life. I watched him as I listened to Grizzlies analysis on my AM dial while sipping warm coffee in my warm car.
What if that were me? I thought. What if I were dragging a blanket on the dirty ground?
I thought about where this guy was headed, what his day was going to be like. I’m kind of a clean freak, so I thought about how dirty his blanket was going to be later.
I’m sure a dirty blanket was the least of his concerns.
When I got to work, I was greeted by horrific and violent news out of Mali. So much pain, fear and conflict in the world these days. I looked at these poignant images by photographer Magnus Wennman of Syrian children sleeping in all sorts of different places due to displacement from their homes.
As a father of two young girls, I can’t even begin to imagine what these families are going through. How do you explain to your child that rather than sleeping in your own bed, in your own home, you are now going to be sleeping in the woods? The streets?
You do whatever it takes to keep your children safe. My heart goes out to these families.
The homeless population of Memphis isn’t so different from these beautiful child refugees, are they? They all have stories, dreams, hopes, fears and struggles, but in so many ways, they get left behind.
By many, they’re forgotten.
But Room in the Inn Memphis remembers.