Saturday, September 12, 2015
Beyond The Blankets On The Bench
Most of the homeless people that I know in Corvallis, Oregon are really great people.
Others are not.
In this post, I want to focus on the ones that are not motivated, clean, polite or
otherwise filled with what I see as any worthwhile potential.
They smoke and leave their cigarette butts everywhere but where they are properly
designated to end up. They get drunk and become loud and obnoxious at three o'clock
in the morning. They throw packaged food wrappers on the grass and wait for the
wind to blow them away. They ignore the urinal in the public loo and pee on the floor,
instead. They've gone out of their way to bother me for the most selfish, immature and
asinine reasons that any village idiot could come up with.
They are in the minority...but they are there. Not one of them has ever attempted to
write anything. They don't attend public meetings, either. They're fools on a computer and
wouldn't know how to take a good photograph or video if they were offered $100 to do
They whine and bitch and believe that nothing positive that anyone does for them is ever
worth a decent thank you.
They never help with community meals or act like ladies and gentlemen when they sit
down to consume a public dinner. They don't vote and they don't volunteer, either.
But years ago, a motley crew of homeless people did do something right. Not many in
that particular community (in another State) ever thought that they would. But they
did...and proved all the local naysayers wrong.
Was it easy? Did that city use some sort of magic formula to make it all happen?
I would like to discuss this further. Let me know if you are interested.