Last weekend the Boise JV community traveled a total of sixteen hours to visit the JV community in Woodburn, OR. We were able to see Woodburn and we got to see some highlights in Portland on Saturday as well. We went to the Saturday market, Voodoo Donuts, Powell’s Books, and just wandered around the city. I’ve always heard great things about Portland and now I have actually been there, which is really surreal. Community life has been going well and I think we’ve all settled in well to life in Boise.
Service has been interesting this month in many ways. In the first part of the month things were much slower than usual because some guests who receive pay at that time get hotel rooms or alternatives to shelters when they have the funds to do so. Having funds available also means potential drug or alcohol consumption, occasionally excessively so. At the beginning of the month there weren’t too many people in our eating area, but when I heard shouting I went to check what was going on. There was a man who I see on a regular basis who was slurring, spitting, and yelling at anyone who looked his way. This was very unusual behavior for this man. I tried to calm him down in order to allow him to stay for the rest of the afternoon, but he was so intoxicated that he wasn’t hearing reason and I had to ask him to leave for the rest of the day. As I got him out of the door, another man was making rude comments to other guests so I asked him what was going on. He could barely keep his head up and his only response to my questions was to repeat everything I was saying. Eventually he made rude comments and it was obvious that he was very intoxicated, so I asked him to leave for the rest of the day as well. These things happen in threes, of course, so as I went back to the office I saw that a couple had camped out (literally) with blankets, pillows, and the rest of their belongings in front of our office window. We do not allow people to sleep on our property at night and we never allow people to sleep in front of the building, where this couple was. I went out and asked them to move (politely) and the man could not have been angrier. I heard insults that day I didn’t even know existed, but they moved their things and went on their way within a few minutes. The thing is, I can understand their frustration. I was frustrated right there with them, but I was also doing what my position requires because I have to be fair and provide a safe environment for the guests. When the man wasn’t swearing, he was saying that they had tried to camp in the alley and were told to leave, they tried in the parks too and were asked to move. These situations are frustrating because while the police and business owners are usually pretty forgiving with loitering, sleeping is another situation entirely. We encourage people to utilize the shelters in the area, but if anyone has been kicked out, is excessively using drugs or alcohol, or does not agree with or want to follow the rules at the shelters, they may either not want to go to the shelters or may not be allowed back, at least for the time being. This is a tough position for anyone to be in and there are so many reasons why someone could end up in these situations. We try to be as helpful as we can be but at a certain point there isn’t much we can do immediately.
On my walks back to the house after service I usually chat with anyone flying a sign down the street from my placement as I wait for the traffic lights to change. Just a few days ago I asked a man about his sign, which said he is a veteran and that he’s died twice, but he’s survived that and become homeless. Guest's signs are always a conversation starter. He told me it’s all true and I said that I believe him, which is one of the most calming things I can say to guests when they are upset or telling me anything, really. He proceeded to slur his words and stumble, almost into the road. When I told him to sit he said he was fine, but when I insisted, he tried to sit down on the curb and fell into the road. I jumped out to stop oncoming traffic and to pull him back to the curb. When he finally got there I called 911 because this man was a danger to himself as he couldn’t stand on his own. While I was on the phone explaining the situation, a woman held out a dollar bill from her car window and the man fell in the road again trying to get to that bill. I was helping him up again while explaining the situation to the police and I brought him to a safe, grassy area. I waited until I saw the police coming to leave. The weird part about all of this was that the thing I felt the worst about in this situation was calling the police. That may have been irrational, but as I’ve been working with the guests, hearing their stories, and hearing about their relationships and past history with the police, I didn’t want to be the one to bring the police to a person who has potentially experienced trauma involving the police or brought the police to someone with a potential record. Long story short, I was very worried about this man after an already long, stressful day. When I saw him the next morning sitting outside of my placement with no memory of the day before, saying hello to me as I walked into service, I was so relieved. I don’t know what the outcome was except that he was okay and wasn’t in jail the next day, and he doesn’t remember anything either. I was told I did the right thing, but it is so much more complicated than that. It is difficult to see clearly in those gray areas where I have power to involve the police or have them protecting me in certain situations, but knowing this is a privilege in these situations and in our society. The police try to work with and protect our guests as much as they possibly can, but there are so many gray areas and that makes their jobs difficult.
My placement has been part of a program with the local university for years. This program allows students enrolled in undergraduate social work classes to volunteer for a set number of hours at our site, if they choose, while other students from the same classes volunteer at other sites. This volunteering allows the students to interact with our guests, gain perspective for their course, and it provides my placement with more volunteers for a certain amount of time. One of these students asked to interview me for a paper he is writing about homelessness in Boise. Most of the questions were pretty straight forward and it tested my knowledge of the housing situation in Boise and how much I have learned about it in the past couple months. Then he asked, as staff at my placement, how I keep motivated to volunteer for forty hours a week. I am used to being asked this by volunteers, especially the ones from the university who are about my age, but I usually brush it off and say it seemed like this path chose me. But when I was asked directly in a setting where an answer was expected, it really made me think. The guests keep telling me that I’ve remained positive throughout my time so far at my placement, which I guess I take as a compliment, but it’s been a goal of mine to see the positivity in each interaction I have and it’s usually not difficult to do. I take time for self-care and I look forward to the wide variety of things I do each day at service. I never know what the next day will bring and interactions with guests, both joyful and trying at times, keep me motivated to move forward each day and serve in whatever way is needed. I guess it’s difficult to explain, and some people don’t understand, but even in the trying times there are so many positive experiences I have witnessed and been a part of so far that I can’t imagine not moving forward. My motivation comes from the happiness guests experience when they get a piece of mail they have been waiting for, when they can use the phone or the internet for something important to them, when my placement can pay the copay for a prescription they need. There are so many reasons why making a small difference matters so much.
This student also asked what I would say about homelessness if I had the whole world’s attention for a minute. (These were not easy questions, by the way.) I said I would try to break stereotypes. I would ask for everyone to look past labels, such as “homeless,” “felon,” “addicted,” “mentally ill.” These labels have prevented guests from getting housing. There are wonderful programs that work with people experiencing homelessness to help renters look past these labels, but sometimes it’s not enough. There are people who were incarcerated over thirty years ago who cannot get into housing because of that period in their lives. There is a woman who has her master’s degree and who has traveled the world, but is flying a sign because things haven’t turned back around in her life. These labels and stereotypes are preventing growth and are preventing other people from getting to know the people behind the labels they are forced to carry with them. So if I could request anything from you all reading this blog, it’s to look past the labels people are forced to carry. Without volunteering at my placement I don’t know if I could have looked past some things, but getting to know people as people, without prior knowledge of their labels, has shown me that we can’t be so quick to judge. To think I would have been joking around about sports with an ex-felon, or interacting daily with people who are mentally ill and who have so much to offer to the world, people who are addicted to drugs, some wanting assistance for their addiction and some who do not right now, but who, overall, stay positive and keep me smiling at service. It’s amazing what can happen when stereotypes are broken long enough to see the individuals behind them.
Thank you all for your endless support in my journey.
This blog do not reflect the views and beliefs of JVC Northwest or my service site.
This blog do not reflect the views and beliefs of JVC Northwest or my service site.