Compassion: I am fortunate that my parents raised me to be kind, caring and respectful of others regardless of who they were or what they did or didn’t do. I remember when I was younger, that the running joke at home was that we operated a “Home for Wayward Women”. Mom would sometimes bring people home that needed a place a to stay for a few days until they got on their feet. I remember one Easter morning when my mom was on her way to church, she came across a pretty rough looking character who was dirty and bloody walking down the road. Shortly after seeing him, she saw a wrecked car and turned around to go help. He was bleeding, had on no shoes, and was very drunk. Mom brought him home and cleaned him up and called someone to come get him. I also remember helping in the soup kitchen at Trinity UMC. It is because of these things that I learned compassion. I am so thankful that they instilled in me that compassion for others.
This year, The Bridge of Compassion Foundation, held it’s second annual Project Winter Warmup. This year was a success and we were able to distribute approximately 200 winter coats as well as hats, gloves, scarves, socks and blankets. This year we took a different approach and targeted areas where the homeless were congregating, before heading to a nearby shelter. My friend Larry Flaxman has been the inspiration for this Foundation and was inspired by the homeless he saw under a bridge in downtown Atlanta. Last year we were not able to locate the bridge, but this year we were able to locate it and it was our first stop of the night. I must give kudos to Sherry Davenport, for without here handling the lion’s share of the work, this would not have been possible. It was an emotional evening, there were tears, hugs, blessings and prayers. I can not thank everyone enough for the help they provided, there were many other hands that made light work of sorting and packaging of the coats and other items and helping with the distribution. I would like to call them all my friends, but they are much more than that, they are family.
I documented this years efforts again and below you will see some of what we did and some of what we experienced. Compassion, caring, respect, and being there to listen made all the difference for some people.