Blanket: (n) a large piece of material used as a covering for warmth.
Having met my share of homeless brothers and sisters, I became very curious. What was it like to be homeless?
So I made a decision to don the uniform of the street and attempt to walk in the shoes of those without gainful employment, hearth and home.
I decided I would do it for a week, but must tell you that I abandoned it after twenty-four hours.
The daytime found me in a situation in which I constantly needed to be on the move so as not to annoy the “civilized” people who passed by. I got hungry very quickly and didn’t have any money, so had to figure out where to go for a free luncheon, or beg off of my neighbors.
It was humiliating.
But the most difficult part was when nighttime fell, and my mission was to locate a place to sleep that was both comfortable and safe.
I discovered that such a utopia does not exist for the street person.
I hid behind a huge bush and laid down several cardboard boxes I had broken up to use as my mattress. Several problems leaped to the forefront:
1. Every sound spooked me.
2. Sleeping on the ground means sharing the turf with things that creep and crawl.
3. I was uncomfortable not having my head elevated (pillow).
4. But the most annoying part was the lack of a blanket.
I was so accustomed to being covered, protected, swaddled by that piece of cloth that gave warmth and the sense of cocooning.
It made me bitchy, frustrated, cold, and caused me to wake up the next morning antagonistic toward the world around me–in a season when I was most vulnerable.
A blanket is a sense of well-being.
When you remove it, it takes away a gentle reassurance that all is well … and you are coddled.
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