ITP #39: This week brought with it two opportunities to reach out to the homeless community. Hear about this month's homeless outreach and some of the challenges facing families in the shelter and how you can help. And then there's that Gratitude List Anush said she's share with you. Take a listen Inside the Pomegranate.
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17 November 2014
Homelessness, HomeWalk LA, and being Grateful (Audio)
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Homelessness, HomeWalk LA, and being Grateful
| Our crew for this months' homeless outreach including Yn Susan, Me, Fr. Vazken, Meline (Harout's mom), Sonig and Kevork (Harout's aunt and uncle) and Ani T. |
We arrived at the shelter at 5:00 p.m. to prep for a 6:00 p.m. dinner. After unloading the car, we started cooking. There were mashed potatoes and stuffing to be made. Harout's mom and aunt and uncle were offering a prayer of Thanksgiving for their son and nephew's life, by preparing a Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings for the shelter residents. Together we worked. We all had our jobs. I have never made such a huge pot of mashed potatoes...it was something like 28 cups of water, 14 cups of milk, 8 sticks of butter, and packet after packet of mashed potatoes! The turkeys were prepped ahead of time and kept warm in the oven. There was cranberry sauce and gravy to go with the potatoes and stuffing. Salad, pumpkin pie with whipped cream. As we worked happily in the kitchen, I noticed a little girl looking at us through the window. The kitchen at the shelter has a glass window where we can serve and pass the meals over. And this little girl was watching us. If she were a bit taller she would have been able to press her nose to the glass, but she was still a little too short. She answered with a nod when I asked if she was hungry.
The shelter is home to families...and this month we had a record number of children. The little
girl looked familiar. I normally remember the kids from month to month and I like to surprise them by remembering their names. But I couldn't remember her name or when I had seen her last. But her face stumped me. As we were cooking, the residents starting returning to the shelter, which is closed during the day as the men and women go off to look for work, and the children go to school. Some of the children were playing together in the main room while we cooked and I saw a mother with a baby in a stroller. I had definitely seen her before and then it all clicked. Last year, my siblings and our families had "adopted" a family for Christmas fulfilling their wish lists for clothing and gifts. The little girl was four last Christmas but was tiny wearing only a size 2 toddler. Now at five, she had grown a little bit more, but was still small. The family that we adopted - who were then in transitional housing after a fire had devasted their home - were now back at the shelter. The mother, who was very pregnant last year, had had her baby - Gabriel. I went up to her and reintroduced myself. She remembered. After commenting on how her children had grown so beautifully, I asked what had happened. Plain and simple, she answered the funding for housing had run out. Without that, they found themselves back on the street. With four children, and having nowhere to turn, she came back to the shelter. Grateful as she was to be inside, the shelter had no beds for them, and so for the time being, they were being allowed to sleep on the floor of the waiting room on blankets.
girl looked familiar. I normally remember the kids from month to month and I like to surprise them by remembering their names. But I couldn't remember her name or when I had seen her last. But her face stumped me. As we were cooking, the residents starting returning to the shelter, which is closed during the day as the men and women go off to look for work, and the children go to school. Some of the children were playing together in the main room while we cooked and I saw a mother with a baby in a stroller. I had definitely seen her before and then it all clicked. Last year, my siblings and our families had "adopted" a family for Christmas fulfilling their wish lists for clothing and gifts. The little girl was four last Christmas but was tiny wearing only a size 2 toddler. Now at five, she had grown a little bit more, but was still small. The family that we adopted - who were then in transitional housing after a fire had devasted their home - were now back at the shelter. The mother, who was very pregnant last year, had had her baby - Gabriel. I went up to her and reintroduced myself. She remembered. After commenting on how her children had grown so beautifully, I asked what had happened. Plain and simple, she answered the funding for housing had run out. Without that, they found themselves back on the street. With four children, and having nowhere to turn, she came back to the shelter. Grateful as she was to be inside, the shelter had no beds for them, and so for the time being, they were being allowed to sleep on the floor of the waiting room on blankets.
I really can't imagine what I would do in this situation if I couldn't rely on my family or friends. It would be so scary and difficult to be homeless just by myself, but throw my young children into the situation? I don't know how I would manage. I didn't know what I could possibly say. I asked, "What's next? What's going to happen?" She didn't have an answer She was hoping for some type of program that will help them get into housing. "Hopefully," she said. For the time being, she was grateful that they had a roof to sleep under and were off the street.
One of the things I've noticed about Ascencia is that because of it's small size, the residents all become a part of each other's family, sort of. It's not uncommon to see the children sitting with their friends while the mom's sit and talk together at their table over dinner. It's intimate enough for parents to keep an eye on their kids and for the children to feel safe. Her younger children seemed unphased by all they had been through. I'm guessing it was because this type of trauma had become their norm. They sat with some of the other children, eating, laughing, playing with their food like children do. Angel, her son, remembered me and came up asking me if I remembered his name. I needed a hint and asked what letter it started with. Once he said "A", I remembered. And then Chris and Lauren who have been there for the past few months asked me if I remembered their names too. Of course I did. : ) I worry about these kids during the month. I wonder how this will effect all of them. The one that I fear is most affected is the teenage daughter who is about 14 but already looked mature and street smart for her age. I noticed that she was sitting with the women, listening to their talking and complaints, learning about life from these women there who have no support systems and no one to rely on. These women who have been abused and neglected. I think about my own teenage niece who has a loving family, is doing well in school, has interests and hobbies and parents that nurture and love her. Even when you have everything going for you, being a teen is tough when you think about it. So then what are this girl's odds of getting out of this situation unscathed given the emotional, psychological and physical trauma she's had to endure at a young age?
One of the things I've noticed about Ascencia is that because of it's small size, the residents all become a part of each other's family, sort of. It's not uncommon to see the children sitting with their friends while the mom's sit and talk together at their table over dinner. It's intimate enough for parents to keep an eye on their kids and for the children to feel safe. Her younger children seemed unphased by all they had been through. I'm guessing it was because this type of trauma had become their norm. They sat with some of the other children, eating, laughing, playing with their food like children do. Angel, her son, remembered me and came up asking me if I remembered his name. I needed a hint and asked what letter it started with. Once he said "A", I remembered. And then Chris and Lauren who have been there for the past few months asked me if I remembered their names too. Of course I did. : ) I worry about these kids during the month. I wonder how this will effect all of them. The one that I fear is most affected is the teenage daughter who is about 14 but already looked mature and street smart for her age. I noticed that she was sitting with the women, listening to their talking and complaints, learning about life from these women there who have no support systems and no one to rely on. These women who have been abused and neglected. I think about my own teenage niece who has a loving family, is doing well in school, has interests and hobbies and parents that nurture and love her. Even when you have everything going for you, being a teen is tough when you think about it. So then what are this girl's odds of getting out of this situation unscathed given the emotional, psychological and physical trauma she's had to endure at a young age?
| Fun pics from HomeWalkLA 2014 with my husband Ned, niece Madi and dear friend Nancy |
As we walked through the streets we learned about homelessness in our city. There are 40,000 documented homeless men, women and children in LA. If you count the undocumented in with them, it is estimated that there is closer to 53,000. It's heartbreaking, isn't it? Everyone deserves a home, a place to feel safe. 53,000 of us here in our city don't have that luxury. When you look at the even broader picture, the statistic is even more staggering. The National Center on Family Homelessness reports "One in 45 children experience homelessness in America each year. That's over 1.6 million children. While homeless, they experience high rates of acute and chronic health problems. The constant barrage of stressful and traumatic experience also has profound effects on their development and ability to learn."
So where am I going with all of this? I don't have the answer. Well, I guess that's not really true. What we can do...what we can ALL do is to keep them in our prayers. AND we can extend the hand
of friendship and love to them as our brothers and sisters. I understand. Not all homeless people are friendly, but most are used to being invisible. When I get off my bus in downtown, it's 6:45 in the morning when I start walking the few blocks to work. I've got my headphones in as do probably 80% of those that I pass. There are homeless individuals who are just waking up from a night on the street. I can choose to keep my headphones in and pass them by acting like I don't hear them asking for help. Or I can take the headphones off and address them. I can't always help, but I can always acknowledge that I hear them. I can always say hello and listen. I can always show them compassion and treat them as I would want to be treated. Last week, I challenged my readers to get involved in their local shelters. Offer to serve or cook a meal, donate clothing, adopt a family for the holidays. Remember always that without our own support systems (our family and friends), it would be very easy for us to be in their shoes. So lets help by walking in the shoes of those that are suffering, and offer a helping hand whenever we can. It's what we're called to do.
of friendship and love to them as our brothers and sisters. I understand. Not all homeless people are friendly, but most are used to being invisible. When I get off my bus in downtown, it's 6:45 in the morning when I start walking the few blocks to work. I've got my headphones in as do probably 80% of those that I pass. There are homeless individuals who are just waking up from a night on the street. I can choose to keep my headphones in and pass them by acting like I don't hear them asking for help. Or I can take the headphones off and address them. I can't always help, but I can always acknowledge that I hear them. I can always say hello and listen. I can always show them compassion and treat them as I would want to be treated. Last week, I challenged my readers to get involved in their local shelters. Offer to serve or cook a meal, donate clothing, adopt a family for the holidays. Remember always that without our own support systems (our family and friends), it would be very easy for us to be in their shoes. So lets help by walking in the shoes of those that are suffering, and offer a helping hand whenever we can. It's what we're called to do.
Finally, last week I said I was going to share a Thanksgiving list with you. Stuff to be grateful for. I
actually started doing this last month and have continued well into this month and will take it beyond. I've been trying to do FIVE a day, and I'll tell you, it's really changed my perspective so much on all that I have in this beautiful life. So here I will just share some of them with you in the hopes that you'll share some of yours with me!
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| What if it really happened? What would you have? |
So here;s my Gratitude List so far:
I am grateful for....
1. This beautiful day that God has put in front of me.
2. Our beautiful grandchildren Arek and Grace who bring so much joy into my life.
3. The ability to swing a kettle bell and bend my knees today (I have arthritis and some days the inflammation is terribly painful...but for today, the knees are good!
4. My mom and the relationship I share with her
5. A boss that listened to me when I told her my job was unfulfilling to me unless I could be creative.....and allowed me to work a 4 day week and keep my benefits, so I could spend time growing my business. Or the fact that she doesn't flip out when I tell her I'm going to be late when I have to take mom to the doctor.
6. My faith...that teaches me love, compassion, tolerance and forgiveness of others (although I'm still working on being loving, compassionate and forgiving of myself)
7. My husband who truly is my understanding and caring partner
8. The relationship I share with my children. I am blessed to be close to both my daughter and son.
9. Cloudy mornings that are so beautiful and chilly
10. Music...and it's ability to color my life with memories
11. Running water/plumbing: I am always reminded of how lucky I am to have clean water, plumbing, the ability to shower and wash myself when I see my friends on the street.
12. My sister, brothers, and their spouses. The support and love that we give to one another makes life so much easier.
13. Good coffee
14. A variety of healthy beautifully colored fruits and vegetables
15. Friendly people at the bus stop that make my wait nicer
16 My health!
17. The ability to buy groceries and pay my bills
18. A phone that allows me to see photos of my grandson and how quickly he's growing
19. Bright, sunny and windy fall days like today
20. Heating that makes my home warm and cozy on chilly evenings
21. My kitties who love me unconditionally
22. Dear friends to share life's ups and downs with
23. Healthcare - I've seen both sides of this one, and life is so much easier when you have health insurance!
24. The ability to create, visualize, and actualize a project to completion
25. Curiosity that keeps me wanting to learn new things and figure out stuff
------I'll keep adding to the list daily and I hope it will encourage you to take a look at all that is beautiful in your lives too!
If you'd like to share your list (or anything else with me), or if you'd like more information about sponsoring one of our homeless outreach meals, please email me at anushnoor@gmail.com or you can find me on facebook too! Or feel free to leave your comments!
Also, we're full swing into our Thanksgiving canned food drive. If you're in our local area of Glendale, CA and would like to participate, please bring your dry and canned goods to our church by next Sunday, November 23rd. We'll be boxing up food and turkeys for Thanksgiving distribution on on Thanksgiving eve.
17 March 2014
Wired with Compassion? (Audio)
ITP #34: Giving our youth the opportunity to serve the needy is an important life experience that all are equipped with, but not many embrace. On this week's episode Anush talks about this month's outreach and shares one young adult's reflections on his service.
Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
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Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
Look for Inside the Pomegranate on BluBrry
Subscribe to Inside the Pomegranate by Email
Get Inside the Pomegranate on iTunes
Play Now:
Wired with Compassion?
This past week, we had our monthly homeless outreach at Glendale's homeless shelter. As you know, each month we go with a small core group that is familiar with the surroundings and what we need to get done. And then we have a few new volunteers who sign up as well. I think it's really important that we keep extending the opportunity and experience. There are familiar faces among the residents and there are new residents as well. Our crew served up meatloaf, baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, peas, green salad and ice cream for dessert. All served up with smiles and a heavy serving of love.
If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for babies. I spotted a cute little one year old in a stroller that was pushed close to one of the tables. All smiles and curiosity, his eyes were following his mother who was in line for her dinner. His mother had to be all of about 20 years old. A pretty girl, with sad eyes. As she walked toward her smiling baby, I could see she had a marked limp and no use of her left arm. I circled around the dining room asking if I could get anyone anything. She asked me if I would wash out her baby's bottle and fill it with juice. When I returned with the bottle, she asked if I could help her cut the baby's food. I noticed an odd scar on her face and didn't think too much about it. I noticed that when she spoke, she spoke softly, barely opening her mouth. Later, talking to Edward, the resident manager he commented about the baby...and how nice it was to have a baby around the shelter. He said that everyone had taken to him sharing with me how smart he was at only a year old. And he told me about how he and his mother ended up at the shelter. Edward called the baby a "miracle from God". He said the baby's mother was shot in the face in her 8th month of pregnancy. The bullet had caused her paralysis. Thank God, the baby was born healthy. It was a long time before this young mother was able to leave the hospital having to learn to walk again and fend for herself. Thankfully, they are at Ascencia for the time being and in a program to get their lives back together.
For the past 3 months, I've noticed this beautiful girl at the shelter. She is delicate, and pretty. Always has her make up on, hair fixed, dressed as nice as she can be. This month, she came to the dinner line with flowers in her hair. She looks like a model. When I asked about her, the resident manager shook his head. He said, she was here years ago as a litte girl with her mother. They went through our program and moved on. Then her mother met a man, and she was gone. Left her daughter with nothing, no family, no home, to fend for herself. Since this happened, she hasn't been the same he said. She dresses up every day as if he were leaving to go somewhere. Heartwrenching.
Stories like this are not uncommon. They are happening all around our country. Lives are broken and shattered. There is a lot of sadness out there,but thankfully, there is a lot of hope as well. Those that help on our outreach for the first time around very moved. And more importantly, they are hooked. I have never had someone help that didn't ask me to let them know when they can help again.
One of my core crew, my friend Lida, shared a speech that her son Leo had written. A few months back, we took a crew of teens and young adults with us to crew. Leo was one of our team. His mother said that he was so moved by the experience, that he couldn't get it out of his mind. So much so that he wrote a short presentation about it for one of his classes. I just wanted to share excerpts from it with you.
He writes:
"In the U.S., more than 3.5 million people experience homelessness each year. 35% of the homeless population are families with children - which is the fastes growing piece of the homeless population. People become homeless for many different reasons....
"...One of my memorable experiences was when I volunteered to help out at a homeless shelter. When I was first invited to volunteer by our church, I asked myself several questions: Why am I doing this? Why would I have to help out complete strangers when they've done absolutely nothing for me? Why would I waste my time?
"...When I got [to the shelter], we started cooking, putting together a nice meal for those in need. As I was examining the place, I realized that there are a lot of people out there who don't have a roof over their heads, a simple bed to sleep on while there are others out there who are stressing about what their next car is going to be, or when the're going to get their next iPhone. In the process of serving food to the people at the shelter, I came acorss an African American family of 5 children and their parents who had a great affect on me. This family consisted of a mother and father, 4 young gilrs and 1 young boy, who was the most grateful and polite kid I've ever met. When asking for something, he always made sure to say, "please" and "thank you," and when served dessert, this kid had the biggest smile on his face - as did his whole family, repeatedly saying thank you for everything.
"...As we were cleaning up, I reflected back over my life and all the times I had felt I had nothing. It really made me realize I had more than enough. After serving the people food, the counselor at the shelter took us on a little tour around the place. I got to see what it's like for people to live with absolutely no privacy at all. At least 40 people of all ethnicities shared one, big room filled with bunk beds."
Leo went on to say how much this experience had changed his life, and how fulfilling it was to help those in need.
This past week, my young cousin Ani joined us on our outreach. She too was moved with the experience, yet shared it a little differently. She said that she neither experienced pleasure, nor pain from it. In other words, she didn't feel that happiness to serve that many experience. Nor did she feel pain in experiencing the struggles of others. What she did experience was a strange feeling that she was right where she was supposed to be at that time. That she was doing exactly what she should be doing.
In both of these instances, in opening up our outreach to our youth, we provide the opportunity to experience
what most people - young or old - wouldn't normally experience. To put themselves in the shoes of the needy, the homeless, and to get an inside glimpse of what their reality is like. And by doing that, we raise the level of compassion within us, to carry on Christ's message of love to those we come in contact with.
It's important, don't you think? To raise our children with compassionate and loving hearts. God is within each of us. I think that's the reason that helping others feels so good to us. To some it's what they are supposed to be doing. To others it's a way to understand how blessed their lives are as they put things in perspective. But I think in all instances, helping others with caring and compassionate hearts is an innate desire that is planted within us. It's there for us to nurture, to nourish, and allow it to grow, if only we follow God's call in each of us.
Do you have a story to share about volunteering or helping the needy? I'd love to hear from you. Please leave your comments here on blog.
~Special thanks to Leo Ananian for sharing his reflections.
If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for babies. I spotted a cute little one year old in a stroller that was pushed close to one of the tables. All smiles and curiosity, his eyes were following his mother who was in line for her dinner. His mother had to be all of about 20 years old. A pretty girl, with sad eyes. As she walked toward her smiling baby, I could see she had a marked limp and no use of her left arm. I circled around the dining room asking if I could get anyone anything. She asked me if I would wash out her baby's bottle and fill it with juice. When I returned with the bottle, she asked if I could help her cut the baby's food. I noticed an odd scar on her face and didn't think too much about it. I noticed that when she spoke, she spoke softly, barely opening her mouth. Later, talking to Edward, the resident manager he commented about the baby...and how nice it was to have a baby around the shelter. He said that everyone had taken to him sharing with me how smart he was at only a year old. And he told me about how he and his mother ended up at the shelter. Edward called the baby a "miracle from God". He said the baby's mother was shot in the face in her 8th month of pregnancy. The bullet had caused her paralysis. Thank God, the baby was born healthy. It was a long time before this young mother was able to leave the hospital having to learn to walk again and fend for herself. Thankfully, they are at Ascencia for the time being and in a program to get their lives back together.
For the past 3 months, I've noticed this beautiful girl at the shelter. She is delicate, and pretty. Always has her make up on, hair fixed, dressed as nice as she can be. This month, she came to the dinner line with flowers in her hair. She looks like a model. When I asked about her, the resident manager shook his head. He said, she was here years ago as a litte girl with her mother. They went through our program and moved on. Then her mother met a man, and she was gone. Left her daughter with nothing, no family, no home, to fend for herself. Since this happened, she hasn't been the same he said. She dresses up every day as if he were leaving to go somewhere. Heartwrenching.
Stories like this are not uncommon. They are happening all around our country. Lives are broken and shattered. There is a lot of sadness out there,but thankfully, there is a lot of hope as well. Those that help on our outreach for the first time around very moved. And more importantly, they are hooked. I have never had someone help that didn't ask me to let them know when they can help again.
One of my core crew, my friend Lida, shared a speech that her son Leo had written. A few months back, we took a crew of teens and young adults with us to crew. Leo was one of our team. His mother said that he was so moved by the experience, that he couldn't get it out of his mind. So much so that he wrote a short presentation about it for one of his classes. I just wanted to share excerpts from it with you.
He writes:
"In the U.S., more than 3.5 million people experience homelessness each year. 35% of the homeless population are families with children - which is the fastes growing piece of the homeless population. People become homeless for many different reasons....
"...One of my memorable experiences was when I volunteered to help out at a homeless shelter. When I was first invited to volunteer by our church, I asked myself several questions: Why am I doing this? Why would I have to help out complete strangers when they've done absolutely nothing for me? Why would I waste my time?
"...When I got [to the shelter], we started cooking, putting together a nice meal for those in need. As I was examining the place, I realized that there are a lot of people out there who don't have a roof over their heads, a simple bed to sleep on while there are others out there who are stressing about what their next car is going to be, or when the're going to get their next iPhone. In the process of serving food to the people at the shelter, I came acorss an African American family of 5 children and their parents who had a great affect on me. This family consisted of a mother and father, 4 young gilrs and 1 young boy, who was the most grateful and polite kid I've ever met. When asking for something, he always made sure to say, "please" and "thank you," and when served dessert, this kid had the biggest smile on his face - as did his whole family, repeatedly saying thank you for everything.
"...As we were cleaning up, I reflected back over my life and all the times I had felt I had nothing. It really made me realize I had more than enough. After serving the people food, the counselor at the shelter took us on a little tour around the place. I got to see what it's like for people to live with absolutely no privacy at all. At least 40 people of all ethnicities shared one, big room filled with bunk beds."
Leo went on to say how much this experience had changed his life, and how fulfilling it was to help those in need.
This past week, my young cousin Ani joined us on our outreach. She too was moved with the experience, yet shared it a little differently. She said that she neither experienced pleasure, nor pain from it. In other words, she didn't feel that happiness to serve that many experience. Nor did she feel pain in experiencing the struggles of others. What she did experience was a strange feeling that she was right where she was supposed to be at that time. That she was doing exactly what she should be doing.
In both of these instances, in opening up our outreach to our youth, we provide the opportunity to experience
what most people - young or old - wouldn't normally experience. To put themselves in the shoes of the needy, the homeless, and to get an inside glimpse of what their reality is like. And by doing that, we raise the level of compassion within us, to carry on Christ's message of love to those we come in contact with.
It's important, don't you think? To raise our children with compassionate and loving hearts. God is within each of us. I think that's the reason that helping others feels so good to us. To some it's what they are supposed to be doing. To others it's a way to understand how blessed their lives are as they put things in perspective. But I think in all instances, helping others with caring and compassionate hearts is an innate desire that is planted within us. It's there for us to nurture, to nourish, and allow it to grow, if only we follow God's call in each of us.
Do you have a story to share about volunteering or helping the needy? I'd love to hear from you. Please leave your comments here on blog.
~Special thanks to Leo Ananian for sharing his reflections.
29 January 2013
Volunteers Needed for LA's Homeless Count 1/30 and 1/31
Just a quick post to ask for volunteers. Every two year's, Los Angeles does a Homeless Count. This year it's taking place today, tomorrow and Thursday, and volunteers are needed on January 30 and 31. Some of our In His Shoes team will be working the count tomorrow evening. Please share this, and click on the website link for volunteer information. Together we can help to end homelessness in our city: http://www.theycountwillyou.org/
They count! Will you?
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