While on street outreach, I met “Bob” (everyone I meet on the street – man, woman, adult, or youth – is named Bob. Just like your trusted neighbourhood mechanic – all Bob’s. Sorry, I can digress very quickly; the Persian flaw of an active mind!)
Back to “Bob”: this is a man who has seen every province in our great country. This is a man who has been through many traumas, who will bring a tear to the most stout heart. This is a man who, when you pass him on the street, is so still and quiet that he looks like a mannequin. Yet Bob has a strength of survival that matches the strongest of souls. The wonderful ladies with me on outreach, when we met Bob, felt an unspoken need to stop, sit, and engage with him.
This is exactly what sparked him to life and he had a story to share.
Bob blessed us with a piece of his life and his story which touched our hearts. We, in turn, provided him with something just as important to him, such as a sandwich and a bottle of water to a man who hasn’t eaten for an extended period of time. We listened and showed him that someone cares and is genuinely interested in what he wants to say and that he matters in life.
I am so blessed to have met Bob and pray that God will intervene and overwhelm Bob with his love and resources which are limitless.
Rick O, Volunteer