Met a homeless yesterday…

Met a homeless yesterday. He was sitting under the tower in the city center and played on harmonica. I usually don´t give money so I offered to buy him a food. He agreed very happily. So we went to the closest kebab house. Stared to talk on the way. Said he´s been on the street for two years now. “How did it happen”, my question was. “My wife sold the apartment and left”, he replied. Didn´t wanna ask for details. It turned out to be a family issue cuz his brother was a homeless too. Something must have gone wrong. Don´t even wanna imagine his childhood, first thing coming to my mind. “Why don´t you get yourself a job”, my boyfriend questioned him with this unpleasant skeptical tone of voice. As it was so easy to do that, I thought. “Well”, he uttered, “I´d like to but I have no papers anymore. They took it from me last year”, he added sadly. Here we go! This is always the case. Typically, nobody is going to give you a job without any papers…

The conversation went on and on. This man was not annoying at all. I noticed his effort to sound a little sophisticated. And indeed it was very polite to us. Asked questions too and answered like a normal intelligent person. Silly to express it that way but unassumingly, one from such social class has to have a language of a dumhead. Not really…

He even surprised me when claiming he might become a Buddhist. He mentioned his hari-krishna friend who has given him this insight. We had exchanged several opinions on religion and stuff when my boyfriend arrived with kebab and a bottle of watter in his hands. This guy, ooh man, he was shining like a star. Probably cuz he seldom(if ever) gets such an attention. I realised how little it takes to cheer somebody up. And yet, it must be terrible constantly getting these faces of people looking at you from above. I promised myself to do a much more that just that. Winter is coming, these people are gonna need some warm clothes…

Freedom Writers

I know… It is easy to talk about changing the world. What a strong words! It is like all these models talking about world´s peace. I know… It seems to be over our power to fight with all those big players behind the curtain. This, I truly will never dare myself to do. What I see is that I want to be completely satisfied with my life when I will be dying. I want to feel useful and I certainly do not want to abandon this world without leaving anything meaningful behind. There are many good things we could do every day. Little details can often change a lot. Some people forgot to smile because they think it is so damn unimportant, they wouldn´t even bother.

Freedom Writers is a movie based on true story. It shows hove people lost in hate can easily convert the attitude towards the life… Beautiful!!

Where are we going?

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7462852758162537355

 When looking into the future, I found myself rather optimistic person. Call me naive but I really believe in people and “love”.  I am strongly aware that many things would need to be changed in order to form a better society. And I believe as well that this will slowly start to happen. Has to! Not over night but will. I must think this way, otherwise there wouldn´t be a reason… Maybe it has always been the case, people complaining about the era they live in. But something makes me think that now it is the time that displeasure with the outside world is becoming very strong among everybody around the world. Many bad things the mankind let to happen. Just look back to the 20th century.  The list doesn´t have an end. Think about all the wrong dogmas that we honour today. Money, power, success? That´s what Im talking about…

These particular three are very strong. They also kill, abuse and destroy a lot… When I first saw the video of which the link is above, all my positive ideas melted like a first snow.  I felt weak and desperate. “We are not gonna make it”, I thought to myself, “ I have to start trying harder!!!!”

In the Train

I have always had these thoughts in my head… We are Living here in this super- rich society. Each end every one of us is rich indeed. You might think.. „What a baloney! I am not rich at all! I can´t buy a single thing I want…“ Well my friend, we have this unreasonable interpretations of being wealthy. No wonder! Everytime I look around, all I see are symbols of richness reminding us that we are never gonna be rich enough…We are struggling to get all these beautiful things. And at the end, they only make us satisfied for a short period. Why is that? Just because there would always come some better…At this point, we cannot change the environment we live in. The only thing we fully control is ourselves. We are able to alter our attitudes… That is what I try to do. I have to actually. Otherwise I would not be happy in my life… I realize it all. I realise how rich am I in my nature and I appreciate it. Simple thing. Unfortunately, there are so many things we have and we tend to overlook. Do you see them?

World needs you!

 

I came across this web page yesterday. It is one of these that asks you to help people that do not dispose of money and other material things, like we do. There are many such organizations. However, there was something special about this one, I was quite astonished by. Normally, when you donate to public funds, it is only money they are asking for. Here, it basically is the same but with a small difference. You can actually decide what to buy for money you donate. Namely, you can buy books for children in Africa, you can feed a hungry orphan in India or send a girl to school somewhere in the Middle East and many more. Isn´t this amazing??

I am not asking you to donate money. I am proposing you to give much more that that! Share your richness and make somebody on the other side of this planet happy!!

https://shop.thehungersite.com/store/category.do?categoryId=253&link=Store_CHS_LeftNav_253&siteId=314

“Ghandi” the movie. Must see!

Hey, I saw a movie recently. It´s called Ghandi and was produced in 1982. Old but doesn´t really matter because anyway the story is from around 30ies-50ies and the quality is more than great for that time. It is 100% worth to see it! The movie won 8 Oscars and it had another 26 wins & 16 nominations.

As you may think by the name, it is a bout Ghandi and his great contribution to this world. It is just amazing what this man achieved by his willpower. The actor is sooooo charming you wouldn´t believe.

You can download it it for example here: http://isohunt.com/torrents/?ihq=ghandi. It´s the 680 MB one.

just a thought

I spent a month in Ireland this summer and I have noticed a ”slight” difference between homeless people there and in Slovakia.

Little description for an Irish type: 

• age between 25-40
• mostly sitting on streets, begging for money with an empty paper cup they shake all the time
• looking quite confident; ok dressed and clean
• very often drinking coffe or eating a snack

Slovak type of homeless:

• age 30-60(often hard to say)
• wearing something that can hardly be called clothes- more like pieces of cloth
• not really begging for money(only brave ones)
• usually can be seen at rubish bins
• mostly stinky, hairy and drunk

What to say about it? Well I guess that even homeless people can have a different life standard. I was just amazed by the fact that those in Ireland didn´t look so “homeless” as I am used to and they still would be given quite a lot of money by just begging. I mean it is obvious that Irish are such strong catholics. At least I recon that is where their generosity comes from. Not in Slovakia unfortunately… 

” True cosmic justice always takes place first … in the human heart. ” SLIDE SHOW

Trying to be “Ugly”

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby, striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him, up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

Life “sucks”? Do you need an advice?

Know-how for homeless

Things to keep in your personal arsenal:

• Vitamin B: Makes your body less tasty to mosquitos & other biting bugs.
• Bug Repellent; the good kind. To deter whatever bugs the Vitamin B missed.
• Sun Screen: at least spf 50. Being sunburned will make it more obvious to others that you are homeless.

• Hand Sanitizer: Purell® is an excellent brand. Something to kill the germs on your hands before you eat. Also for use after dirtier tasks like pooping, child care chores, taking garbage out, etc. This prevents outbreaks of nasty things like the runs or dissentary.

Be sure your pee/pooh area is far enough from where you sleep & eat. Become familiar with the concept of “Don’t shit where you eat” if you are not already. Be sure that you can’t smell whatever area that takes place in, regardless of wind direction or lack of rain.

Make sure you don’t camp or sleep in an area where it may rain or flood. Here I also advise you to take care from the standpoint of rodents & other critters if you sleep outdoors. Even a minor rat bite, racoon bite, scorpion sting, snake bite etc is worth medical attention. Sooner is better than later.

Stay out of poison ivy. Know what the poisonous plants are so you can avoid them.

Do not allow garbage or food garbage to accumulate near your encampment. Trash attracts rats. (along with racoons & bears depending on where you sleep out). Carry it out to a legal rubbish bin. Leave none in your camp or sleeping area.

Try to trade sleeping shifts with others. If you are with other people but don’t have a dog, you may want to sleep in shifts. There are psychos who enjoy preying upon homeless people. Some (but not all) of them might be police officers. Others may work for the landowner. A person who stays alert thru the wee hours of night time quiet makes you a whole lot safer.

Ever had to keep those things on mind?….Still complaining?