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Three-hundred sixty-five days. One at a time.Archive for outreach
Day 17 : The Privilege of Privacy *rewind*
Thinking about some of my encounters at the outreach center. I wrote this journal entry the other day. Enjoy, it’s like you’re reading my diary!!!
“… So I realize some things better from seeing them. Though I am not immersed in the plight of the impoverished, I catch glimpses of it. I get vignettes in my office and on the phone. And at times I wear [eyes that make my world look] different…
“Privacy, I’m learning, is saved for the privileged. When you are poor, you have to walk through a door with your arms open to ask for whatever can be given to you… Name, number, address. Okay I’ve gotten asked as much at checkout in a local beauty store. But I find myself getting the whole story when I pick up the phone. ‘This is what I think I need. This is why I’m calling. This is why I need it and here’s why I can’t get it myself. Naked. Before I even know your name.
“I was surprised at the frequency with which I received class like this. ‘No one asked for your life story.’ Except someone probably has. And someone after them. And another one after her too. Being in need usually means you have to prove it to get aid. Some people are strong enough for the process not to alter their view of their own worth. I’m not.
“I guess the world we live in requires that we prove the need exists before we can address it. I think I ‘d like to address the person before me instead. I don’t need any proof that they exist.”
-G- 9.02.09
I find it amazing how my supervisor here thinks we can really help anyone. He nods his head and says yes to everyone who walks through our door. He doesn’t ask for proof or look with judging eyes. anyone we can’t help here he sends them or takes them to a place where they can be helped. I really admire his benevolence, but it’s frustrating too when it’s my job to facilitate some of that help, because sometimes, I just don’t see how it can logistically work. I’ve met a lot of people who think everyone can be helped, I’m there. But Jim is really good of helping regardless and in a wholly for the person. This whole center is pretty good with that.
I get these calls from people and what they need is some help because maybe they lost their job or got a divorce or where kicked out of a home or were recently released from jail etc etc… But people sometimes have to make themselves so vulnerable and I hear a lot about the bad choices people made, the inadequacies they think they have, the fears going on in their heads, the pride keeping them from something better, and just every private thing that people like to hold onto for themselves. I was thinking, damn, I share this kind of stuff with good friends only after I feel I can trust them, or on the occasion that I just feel like being really open, but right now I’m a voice on a phone, and this has got to be a little scary.
I’ve been lucky not to need to ask for help in a major way in my life. I kinda don’t like doing it at times. It’s curious to think of having to do it all the time. Not to ask a favor or whatnot of a friend, but to ask for mercy from others, that’s risky business.
Day 11: State of Emergency
At the end of eleven days I have been thoroughly oriented for CCSC. My housemates and I moved last week and the corps started work two days ago at each of our respective placements.
I’m working as the assistant to the president at St. John the Baptist Outreach Center. I thought I had a good idea of what that meant and I figured I’d learn more about the programs as I went along and correct anything I was wrong about assuming. Well, so far I am mostly right on that. Anticipating a learning curve set me at ease for starting here. But as soon as I got a real phone call with a real emergency I was uneasy again, and in a major way.
About 2 or 3 hours into claiming my desk and office at St. John’s I was fielding a call from protective services about an 86 year-old diabetic man in needing to get food yesterday. He had been spending all his money on medications and only had some bread and macaroni left in his home. The fear was that he’d go into a diabetic coma before we could do anything for him. That call made emergencies real for me. The sense that what I do at my work matters in terms of life and death for others, scares the hell out of me, but somehow that fear motivates me.
Thoughts on emergency and outreach
I’ve only been at St. John’s for 3 days, but even that amount of time has given me a lot to think about with respect to the purpose, limitations, stereotypes, and nature of outreach.
**** Thoughts to come later. There are too many words and not enough minutes before I need to catch the bus****
In lieu of my reflection on outreach and social services, I will share this gem with you all. After recent fruitless minutes and hours spent in Buffalo traffic, I remembered one of my favorite sketches from the show Scratch and Burn. It was a rap sketch comedy show on MTV back in the day. Why it did not receive as much as or more acclaim than other shows like Date My Mom, I do not know. Anyway, I just wanna give it up to Scratch & Burn with this list of 50 things you can do in traffic.
- You can make phone calls
- Look at people that are in the car next to you
- You can refold maps
- You can switch CDs
- Be rearranging your keys
- Sniff the tree
- And look for change in the seats
- You can sing
- Snap
- Pray
- Stare at cars
- You can think
- Rap
- Play air guitar
- write a novel
- moon a school bus
- You could wiggle your feet
- Have your own fun wave
- You could jiggle your cheeks
- Lay
- Shave
- Or sunbathe
- Find a shape in the cloud
- And start breaking it down
- Find a pencil
- And make sure that your tape is rewound
- You could write up a sonnet
- Mend your socks
- You can fry up an omelet on the engine block
- You could be wet from knee sweat
- Plan a vacation
- Or reset your presets to Spanish stations
- Drive slow with your left foot
- Start farting and sniffing
- Try throwing shotput
- Start a petition
- Floss with yarn
- Wear a toga
- Spoof cop
- Wash the car
- Or do yoga on the rooftop
- Hang some laundry
- Siphon gas
- Graffiti the median
- Bang drums lighting fast
- Bake ziti
- Spell teedeeyum
- Cut a sunroof out
- Act sociopathic
- Write a song about things you can do in traffic
Count em!