Gente

Bloggin is beginning to piss me off..... 2nd blog that I spent time writing that disappeared, so I must rewrite plus my page is all messed up....

Have you ever wondered about the homless person you pass daildy on the streets. Have you ever though what they life must be like, not to have a home, job, family or seemingly someone who cares for them and their existance. I do!!

Now I see a lot of street people here in Caracas, more than I've ever seen in Barbados or in NY and believe me, you know that NY have a lot. But friends have told me that it's not bad here, that Mexico and India are worse, I've never been to those places, so I'll take their word for it. But you'll be amazed at the amount of street children you see here, but I might leave that for another blog by itself.

Here one person that stands out is a man we see quite often at night. He sit outside of a small fruit and veggie store and goes through their garbage. He takes out the spoiled furits, mostly oranges and bananas. He sits patiently on the crub, actually a little ledge next to the store... spreads out a newspaper and preceede to peel and eat his oranges and bananas. Now this man has a seemingly quiet apparence about him. of course his clothes are worn and dirty, but he always appears to have a haircut and clean shaved, maybe it's that he don't grow a beard... But night after night, he sits and have his dinner at this place.

I don't know the whearabouts of this man during the day, because I don't see him around like I see others. But I sometimes wonder about him. One night, the hubby and I stopped at the next door bakery and bought some bread. We decide to give him the spare change we had, he didn't ask for it, but we thought to give it to me. He refused it...Pride I guess...so we said no problem and moved along on our journey. We never see him chatting with anyone, just sitting there alone eating his furit and on occasions, a piece of bread or something. then he settles in for the night and by morning he's gone again.

I often wonder....what makes a person a homeless person..what were his life circumstances. Does he have a family, wife, children, brother, sister ect. Is he an alcoholic or drug addict?? Did he loose his job or does he have mental illness...What is it? Is he a product of his own circumstances or one of the society in which he was born or bought up in? Have you ever thought about this or do you just ignore them and keep about your business.

I am far from being Mother Theresa or Saint Campfyah, but when I do see a homeless person asking for a dollar, nickle quarter or as the case here in Caracas Bs 100. I simply give it to them and keep on trucking. of course some people are genuine and some are crooks...but I don't paint a wide picture... I do what little my heart move me to do at the time of asking. but seeing this man and his routine night, after night make me wonder abouth him and his circumstances. The man has never asked for money or anything, but I'm sure if one night while waking and he ask, I definitely give.