You Make My Heart Sing

Whenever I saw Albert he said: "You make my heart sing." I would say, "I bet you say that to all the ladies". And he would say, "No, I really mean it. When I see you my heart sings." Albert did not mean it in a romantic sense. We have all heard the expression: "Misery loves company", but
 truthfully when we see miserable people we want to run for the hills. Living on the streets can create misery and most homeless people have a sob story. Or two or three. Albert spent most of his time among other homeless people who, having no place to go, hung around at Lincoln Park. They complained.

They complained about the food. Lumpy or watery oatmeal, no salt, pepper, sugar, butter or margarine to give it some flavor. Hard, stale bread and weeks old cookies or sugary donuts were a routine part of every meal. They complained about coffee actually being chicory and perhaps a packet of sugar would be doled out with watery powdered milk to dilute the bitter mixture. Little cartons of milk were often sour. Mass cooked eggs were a favorite as were the little sausages severed with them, even though heartburn was often an after affect of eating them. It was not unusual to see flies buzzing around the food as one waited to get served. Coach roaches scurrying across the floor in broad daylight made meals a horror.

Then I would come along and say something like, "Well it is better than nothing". It is amazing what people will eat when they are starving. Some homeless people claim to grab pigeons, kill and roast them. Mouth watering, some homeless people grab food off a store shelf and slip it quickly under their coat. Some do eat what they find in the trash. "McDonald's throws out all the unsold food after closing" they will say, and it does not seem to matter that non-food trash is in the black, plastic garbage bag they pulled from the dumpster. Food and eating is just one of the things homeless people get miserable and grumble about. Albert, hanging with other homeless people daily, must have gotten tired of listening to it.

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It's amazing how many homeless people in Hawaii didn't like free bananas when I lived there. (Too tell you the truth, there were few homeless, not like here, in Long Beach. Hawaii takes care of their ohana). I added your Blog to ThePrimeSpot.com under the heading HOMELESS. I guess in a way I'm designating you homeless spokesperson - you have alot of good information. (Let me knwo if this is NOT okay). There are many homeless at the McDonald's on 7th and Long Beach Boulevard. I doubt many of them have read this blog, but here's a heads up to those who don't want to get "hit up" more than once during their visit - to McD's or the store next to it. The asks for spare change have graduated to "do you have a dolla?" I need to get a refill of those little blue fold-up pamphlets filled with resources I used to have in my mailbag when I walked the streets to give out. Do you think it should be MANDATORY that ALL churches and nonProg assist the homeless if they are tax exemp

Posted on 03/19/2009 at 11:03:22 AM

This is a very touching and well written story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted on 11/10/2007 at 10:11:00 AM

Beautifully written and touching. Yet another thing that reminds me how little I really have to complain about in comparison.

Posted on 10/14/2007 at 11:10:00 PM

So sad, but true . . . we must value each & every day it is a gift. It is hard to do this at times.

Posted on 09/23/2007 at 6:09:00 PM

BRAVO! What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing it. :-)

Posted on 09/15/2007 at 7:09:00 PM

This is an awesome piece! Great work.

Posted on 09/12/2007 at 8:09:00 PM

Touching story. Thanks for sharing.

Posted on 09/06/2007 at 8:09:00 AM

Thanks for telling about this story.

Posted on 09/01/2007 at 10:09:00 AM

I was very touched by this story. Thank you for writing it, Alyce.

Posted on 09/01/2007 at 6:09:00 AM

Very touching. This is a beautiful, bittersweet story. It is heartfelt. My oldest sister also, suffered a stroke years ago; when she was only 38 years old. She was in a coma for four months. She came out of the coma. She learned to communicate with us; even though she never got back her speech. She understood everything. She almost had a full recovery; except she never regained her speech. Later in life she had two small strokes; and later another stroke that placed her back into a coma like state, she remained that way until she died months later at the age of 68, approximately 9 years ago. I can relate to this story.

Posted on 09/01/2007 at 12:09:00 AM

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