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Can you recognize the face of homelessness?

7/29/2015

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     The vision of orange and black lined up outside my window put a lump in my throat. I was sitting on a Caltrain on route to San Francisco from Sunnyvale, California. The train had been nearly empty when all of the sudden droves of people entered upon the doors opening. Baseball fans on their way to see the San Francisco Giants take on the Baltimore Orioles at AT&T Park, and there must have been thousands.

    I had placed my suitcase and knapsack on the seat next to me and hadn’t thought much of it until I was asked to move them and offer up the seat. By this point the train car was so full, there was no way I could move. I politely declined not knowing where I could move the bags to and still have them in my sight. A man and his family were standing next to my seat. The man asked me if I could move the bags so that his small daughter could sit down. I explained that I didn’t know where I could move them to. He pointed up at the front of the car. When I declined he became irritated and started berating me in front of all those around me, saying that I was a horrible person for not giving up my seat to a child. This continued until we approached San Francisco. He even took out his cell phone and captured a photo of me, saying that he would post it online so that the world would know what a horrible person I was.

    Somehow I kept my composure as my eyes began to well up. Little did this man know that the only reason I was staying in Sunnyvale was because I couldn’t find a place to lay my head in San Francisco, since all the hostels were booked up for the America’s Cup Louis Vuitton races, and none of my friends had space for me.

You see, I was homeless.

I had been for nearly five months. The only reason I could stay at a hotel in Sunnyvale was because I had racked up enough points over the years for a free night. 
Little did this man know that before I boarded the Caltrain in Sunnyvale, that I had already been berated by a taxi driver who yelled at me for not giving him a larger tip. He screamed that I was a spoiled American living in a lap of luxury while he was struggling to earn a good wage as a cab driver. Little did he know the money I gave him was all that was left in my wallet?

    The man on the train automatically assumed since I was wearing an Oracle Team USA racing jacket that I was living a privileged life. Little did he know that I had been wearing the same clothes that filled the suitcase next to me for the last five months? Little did he know that the main reason I didn’t want to part with my belongings was because it was all I had? Little did he know that the PUMA shoes I wore were a gift for being a volunteer for the America’s Cup, and that I was grateful to have those shoes since my only other pair had holes in them?
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    When you look at someone on the street who seems to have it all together, do you really know their story? Do you look at what they’re wearing or how their hair is styled and automatically assume they are well off?

Can you really recognize the face of homelessness?


    I’ll never forget how happy I was when I learned that I had been accepted as an Event Ambassador for the America’s Cup races. All of the sudden I was part of something, something big, and I didn’t feel as alone as I had for those months when life threw me a curveball. Not many people knew the pain I had been through leading up to that August day in 2013. Not many knew that I had suffered from a severe back injury for seven months leading up to the Opening Ceremonies of the America’s Cup, or how hard I fought to heal my back injury so that I could fulfill my duties as an Event Ambassador.

    When I arrived in San Francisco and departed the train I met up with a new friend I had met through the America’s Cup. She offered me a place to lay my head for a few days in Sausalito. I was so grateful. I look back at that time in my life and there are moments like this particular day that I try to forget. However, I can’t forget, because days like that made me strong enough to survive.

    Now two years later I wake each morning in my beautiful home in Los Angeles and I thank God for the bed beneath me. I’m grateful for the roof over my head. There are days when I still struggle financially and food is scarce, but I manage. I am healthy and I am happy, and I’m doing my part to share my story and support others who find themselves in a state of transition.

    So the next time you meet someone who you feel is acting rude or selfish, take a deep breath and ask yourself, do I really know their story? It is so easy to assume behavior. To that man on the train I so badly wanted to tell him the truth about my situation. I so badly wanted to ask him to look at his beautiful family that he was sharing this special day with, and be grateful. I so wanted to tell him to enjoy the baseball game while I figured out where I was going to lay my head next. But I didn’t, because somewhere deep down, I knew that his actions had nothing to do with me, the same with the cab driver. It was their personal beliefs, their own stories, which were the cause of their behavior towards me.

     Since moving to Los Angeles I have met many homeless people in passing. I actually take the time to listen to them share their stories because it’s fascinating how they ended up the way they did. Most just happened to run into bad luck. They couldn’t find work, they divorced. The came here looking for something better. We’re all on this journey called life and every single day is a gift. Make sure you cherish it.
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Dan Mejak
7/28/2015 11:17:38 pm

We really don't know everyone's story. We only know as much as they are willing to share. Sometimes we only need to ask. In any case, we can't make assumptions about other people and their situations.

I tell people that I have three boats. People are amazed. But I'm quick to say that this luxury has cost me more than money. It's hard work. And in one case, the cost wasn't money. They were paid for because of an insurance settlement because my mom died.

Again, everyone has a story. I'm enjoying being a part of yours!

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Cali link
7/28/2015 11:30:18 pm

Yes Dan. So very true. Each of us is on our own journey and we have no idea sometimes what others are going through. All it takes is a little compassion. Thanks for sharing.

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Grace Grogan link
8/6/2015 03:29:17 am

Great personal story. It definitely shows how easy it is to pre-judge someone and make assumptions that are totally incorrect.

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Cali link
8/6/2015 10:55:43 am

Thanks Grace and yes, so true. Everyone has a story and a personal journey that no one knows about. It's so easy to make assumptions about others, but it's better to just be kind and compassionate to everyone.

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ToscaSac link
8/8/2015 01:41:14 pm

I don't think anyone recognized me as homeless the 6 months I recently lived in my car. Living in a 1st world and a busy bustling city makes it easier.

The last two months I spent living in an office...only one person seemed to figure it out because she knew me. I was not the only one doing so.

It is a 24/7 kind of place with hiding here and there plus couches that people nap on opening so I almost just blended in.

Without a picture of your belongings I can't tell how much space they really took up and if you could have held them or even if you could have let the girl sit while you stood if it was that important to keep your things near you.

I understand the stress of being homeless. I tried not to let people see me as anything but a typical citizen. I did not take up extra space at the coffeeshop etc.

Now I have a home again finally after 14 months but I am trying to empty my storage with no car.

The excitement is not over yet. The worst thing was trying to shower or wash my hair during the 8 months I had no residence to lay my head at.

Most of my friends had no idea so I did not call and ask them for anything.

Being broke with no income is worse than being homeless with money coming in. Sometimes along the journey I was broke.

The car less thing is a different kind of limiting trial. Almost as bad as being broke. Public transportation can only do so much and is not helpful for moving or grocery shopping etc.

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Cali link
8/9/2015 02:52:51 am

Thanks so much for sharing ToscaSac. Yes, there are so many in this world who APPEAR to have it all together, and yet we really don't know what their story is. So happy to hear that you are back on your feet and I wish you well.

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