THINK OF THEM |
HEADING FOR THE HILLS
And the gap grows ever wider.
There was a time when my family faced life on the street. That generation’s world collapsed due to disease and death and my grandmother, her sister and mother were suddenly bereft. They were renting a tiny shop and suddenly had no income. I dwell a great deal on how I would cope with such trauma, with the demeaning, life-breaking battle of survival of anyone forced to survive hour by hour.
The Salvation Army centre was so close to where our daughter, then a student, was living.
A man on the door was handing out blankets to homeless people as they shuffled in carrying their lives on their shoulders. To the right the shower steamed. Ahead a kitchen staffed by volunteers........