Mickel, a patient at Boston Health Care for the Homeless Program, kindly allowed us to share this poem he wrote. We are so grateful.
I am sometimes upfront
I am sometimes off-centered
I am sometimes concealed by myself
I was raised by parents who taught me to appreciate everyone, whatever their walk in life. My parents’ generosity is MASSIVE, and for as long as I can remember, it has compelled my own. I think of the many times my parents have said, “Robyn, you are way too generous!” I smile in those moments…
That man who sits outside your ATM machine day in and day out, in the same, dirty and tattered clothes? He is someone’s brother. That woman who sleeps under several blankets and bags in the doorstep of your office building? She is someone’s mom. Those kids with collection…