One of my mates from around town called the other day wanting to catch up.
He told the story, with scared face and broken nose, of his recent bashing.
He wanted me to ask the person who bashed him why?? ‘M’ felt helpless and frightened, he was shattered.
The person responsible for this was not in the usual spot, this person too has the street for his
home and is just as vulnerable.
As we walked and talked we met up with three other of his mates, two who had also received the same treatment from the same person.
We shared food and drink we talked together.
It was heart breaking.
By their own admission, they are no angels, but the sense of helplessness and despair, not so much about what they do or don’t have, rather of being respected and loved, was evident.
One of these men I have known since 2014 we catch up regularly and this week, along with his mates we hope to celebrate ‘M’s’ 44th birthday.
As we share food together, as we respect, care for each other and celebrate the precious live of one of God’s children, I hope this moment in time will be the start of dignity and hope restored.