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We know their stories and we can help.
Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »Anne Kern
Richmond/Petersburg Team
A lot of times I come home after work and think: “Wow, what a day…”
Sometimes I think that way because I’m upset, other times because I’m excited, and a lot of times it’s simply because people make me think. It’s amazing to see so many different people and experience their way of life – even if it’s just for a few minutes (or even seconds!).
You knock on doors where you’re clearly being ignored and you’re not wanted. You talk to people that “really don’t have time because they have to go for a swim in their pool now”. You talk to people that are “in the middle of something” and that are “incredibly busy” (watching TV? sleeping? playing golf?).
But then you meet that ONE person, that smiles, that is happy that you’re there.
That person always manages to make my day. It’s just amazing how I can forget everything that frustrated me about an area or somebody I talked to (or not) if I just meet somebody who cares. Somebody that needs help – or that wants to help. Like all of us, I have heard many different stories in the past couple of weeks.
They vary from interesting over upsetting to completely shocking. One of the stories that I can’t seem to get over is from a family I talked to in Petersburg. When I knocked on their old and broken door of their little gray house a short woman with a massive scar straight down her chest opened up the door for me. I introduced myself to her and explained why I was here. While I was talking her face lit up and her suspicious look from the beginning turned into a big smile. “I can’t believe someone actually cares about us…” were some of the first words she spoke after that. When I asked her what her most important issues were she said “health care and safety”.
She started telling me about her three (!) open heart surgeries she had had already, and that that was one of the reasons why she had moved back in with her dad. Meanwhile he and her child had joined our conversation, and all four of us were huddled on their tiny front step. The father started talking about how difficult everything was for them and how he also had many health problems but didn’t go to the doctor, because he wanted to save up that money for his daughter and grandchild. He hardly had any teeth left, but he refused to see a dentist for his daughter’s sake. To make things even worse he started talking about how they needed warning street signs as soon as possible, because of his grandchild is deaf. I was so shocked I hardly knew how to respond. But in that moment nobody expected an answer from me, because they wanted to talk. They wanted me and others to hear their story.
They were so happy to have me there and could hardly grasp that somebody was there to talk to them. A father without any teeth, a heartsick mother and a deaf child. And that is only one single family.
This is why we are doin this.
We have the information of how to reach these people.
We know their stories.
We can help.