As we’re gearing up for our next family road trip, I was reminded that I need to make some new comfort kits to keep in the car.
It’s something we started doing last year on our two-week summer trip to California, so we could help someone if they needed it along our way.
It didn’t take long to hand out the first one on this trip. We were approached by a man at a gas station in New Mexico. He was asking for money but we offered him the Ziploc of food, water and essentials. He quickly opened the bag, grabbed the crackers and thanked us as he began devouring the food.
The exchange was a bit bizarre but he was obviously hungry and we were happy to help.
This idea of helping the homeless who stand outside of a business or along a highway off ramp seems to be somewhat of a controversial subject.
Some say they’re trying to take advantage of us, that they beg all day long and then go home to a comfortable life.
In my very limited experience, I do not believe that to be true in most cases. I’m not naive enough to think that it doesn’t happen. But I feel there are many people who could use a little help.
I shared a story last Thanksgiving on my Facebook page that helped reaffirm those feelings. Here’s a portion of that story:
His hands were rough and cold, surprisingly cold, on an unusually warm November day.
I had stopped in Cameron to fill up with gas on the way to my mom’s for Thanksgiving and he was standing on the corner shivering.
“I’m Jacki,” I said, as I stuck my hand out to shake his.
“Dennis,” he said.
He seemed shy, hesitant, ashamed.
“Where are you headed?” I asked, reading his cardboard sign.
Dennis was a veteran. He had served during the 1970s and had been in Omaha for a medical procedure. Now he was trying to “get someplace warm,” he said.
Family? No. He had no family.
We spoke a little more and I learned he had a dry sense of humor, kind of like my dad’s. He seemed to warm up to me the longer we talked.
We had made some comfort kits as a family to keep in the car for instances just like this. The one that had been in there had ripped recently so I had taken it out to replace it.
But I kept forgetting to put it back in the car. And when I saw Dennis, I thought it was a missed opportunity and felt I needed to talk with him.
I only spent a few moments with him. I don’t know his whole story. I don’t know what specific circumstances and choices led to him being there in that situation. But I do know that he is my brother and I wanted to help him.
I gave him a little money (something I normally do not do), which he humbly thanked me for with tears in his eyes, and I wished him good luck.
We don’t know the circumstances that lead people to stand on a corner asking for help. We haven’t walked in their shoes. We don’t know what’s really in their hearts. But if we could, how would we act?
I recently read a story of a woman who had endured years of trial and sorrow. She said: “I have come to realize that I am like an old $20 bill — crumpled, torn, dirty, abused and scarred. But I am still a $20 bill. I am worth something. Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used, I am still worth the full 20 dollars.”
Comfort kits are easy and relatively inexpensive to make. You can find many ideas online. Ours include a pair of socks, toothbrush and paste, comb, wet wipes, water, gum and a few snack items like granola bars, crackers and cheese, tuna salad and fun fruits. There are many other essentials you could pack as well as a list of local resources and gift cards.
One site I like is the Portland Rescue Mission. It shares several ways to provide practical help to the homeless.
The second comfort kit we handed out on our road trip was in Kansas on our way home. As I rolled down the window and asked the man if he’d like the bag, his eyes lit up with joy and gratitude.
I will never forget those eyes. I saw a glimpse into his heart.
Not that I knew his circumstances. That didn’t matter.
By serving him in that very small capacity, even though he may have been crumpled, torn, dirty and scarred, we saw that he was indeed still worth the full 20 dollars.