Bearing a Burden

I was recently in a nearby city on business.   I had reason to be evaluating (rather subjectively) the ‘feel’ of a certain neighborhood and decided to return the next day when I had an hour to look around.   As I neared my destination, I noticed a run-down hotel advertising a midweek special: $38 plus tax.   I had spent some time on Priceline the week before pricing out hotels so it caught my eye.   So did a woman walking out of the parking lot with a large backpack.   She had a distinctly defeated and distressed look on her face and in her body language.     I let my mind wander as to what her life circumstances were as I looked for a parking space.   The lot was full, so I pulled out of a narrow drive and stopped at the sidewalk to wait for traffic to clear.   As I looked out my window and down the street, I found myself face to face with the lady I’d just been wondering about.   I smiled vaguely and was averting my eyes when she indicated she wanted to ask me something.   I figured it would be directions since it was a college town and she was in a hotel.   It turns out she needed a ride to “North and MLK.”

Dear reader, what is your reaction?   Probably the same as I had when I heard my dad casually mention he took a homeless person with him in his car to the ATM to get cash.   But at the moment it seemed perfectly natural that I would take her there, not even knowing where it was.

As the next hour unfolded, I had opportunities to help Dawn out, whatever her situation was (she was fairly tight with the details) and also to respectfully hold to my boundaries and limits (no I would not put a hotel room on my credit card or take her with me to the bank to get money, but how about I buy you a phone card and lunch).   I even ended up holding onto her stuff for several hours while she figured out where she was going to spend the next night.

A couple times I had to remind myself “the world is a friendly place” and rely on my instincts rather than fear.   I’m still not sure I did the right thing.   My van smells like cigarettes and I’m $30 and two ibuprofen poorer. But it’s a story to tell and I feel like a part of humanity for doing it. It sounds corny, but by carrying around her belongings (two pairs of sturdy shoes, a box of office supplies, a blanket, and a black garbage bag full of what I assume was clothing) I felt like I was literally bearing her burden, whoever she was.

Maybe someday I’ll get my friend Kirt to write a guest post about when he took in a homeless ninja…