
The determination and resolve of our street friends to pick up and carry on – usually in the face of adversity – never ceases to amaze me the stories I hear each week are almost overwhelming.
Steve's Story
I often connect with my Inuit friend Steve at our Wednesday drop-in. He has experienced many troubles throughout his life, we have built enough relationship that he now confides in me.
He has two children that he doesn't see often enough because his ex-wife has gone back North. More than this, he carries a tremendous amount of pain that is the result of residential school abuse and several traumatic incidents that he experienced as a child.
He tells me that he feels locked into a life that he cannot escape.
Hardship and Pain
Outside the drop-in Steve told me of his niece who took her live in Iqualit. She hung herself in the school cafeteria. She was thirteen.
He told me this story and stared at me. The depth of his pain was so evident. He sought desperately for understanding, empathy – anything so as not to be alone.
What to say? What words could adequately convey any sens of understanding? Who could speak to this?
Never ending Troubles
Next week I saw Steve again. He drew close to me and whispered, “Can we talk when you have a minute?” His breath smelled of alcohol. “It happened again. My nephew's gone. Same place. Same way. He was fourteen.”
I could not believe my ears. How could such trouble compound itself over and over? “Let's talk now,” I said. “Come over here where we can be alone.” He told me his pain and troubles. Even though we talked for quite some time, I still felt inadequate to respond.
The Scriptures Speak
Proverbs 31:6,7, speaks to us; “Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more”(NIV)
We do not condone the abuse of alcohol, but at least we can understand how people use it to try to deal with life's pain. I can't adequately answer Steve's questions, But I can listen. I can support him in times of trouble, I can point him to a God that understands pain, and who really dose care.
Real people, with real needs.
It really is so much more than 'Please don't feed the pigeons'