Homeless in San Diego, a reader’s response.

 

The following is a response to the blog I wrote about homeless people in San Diego:

“What is the Universe telling you Oz, nothing more than you already know – be kind and compassionate. Could be that allowing him to use your bathroom and have a glass of water made an impact on him and he’s shared your location with other homeless as a place where the owner is understanding and cool.

When I went through a terrible divorce in Coronado many years ago, I was homeless for about 15 days. Because of the temporary restraining order (given to me under a false pretense) I had no place to go.

I slept by the beach and used the bathrooms by Glorieta Bay. People I encountered noticed my full backpack and automatically assumed I was homeless. Some wouldn’t even look me in the eye or acknowledge my presence, simply wanting me to “out of their sight – out of their mind”.

There was one person who approached me and asked about my very expensive mountaineering backpack. I told him that I’ve climbed the highest peaks in California, summiting Mt Whitney numerous times. He said that must be hard to do. It was tough, but being homeless is harder both mentally and physically, being homeless you don’t sleep at night due to the fear of being assaulted or having the police asking you to go somewhere else (This is why you see many sleeping during the day).

This person then offered to allow me to camp in his backyard for a couple of days. I was overwhelmed by his kindness and hospitality.

During this period I encountered other homeless people, some lucid some not so lucid. The homeless community shares information on which trash bins get the out-of-date produce, or where the best restaurants toss out the left over’s and at what time, and even who on the island offered them the use of the bathroom.

Now to today:
I’ve been watching a young homeless man in his mid 20’s who comes by Small Bar to chat with friends he’s been homeless I estimate about 1 year now. During that time his health has been going downhill. He is aging rapidly and it’s tough to watch this transformation. Some offer to buy him a pint, others give him a smoke. He always says thank-you.

We should listen to the words in the song “What It’s like” by Everlast:

~We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He asked a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
“Get a job, you fuckin’ slob”‘s all he replied

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it’s like~

Be kind – don’t turn a blind eye.”

Breakfast Recipe

 

Many people say breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I am a believer. I am thankful that my mother thought me that and now it’s my turn to pass the tradition to my kin so that all generations believe in that idea. One breakfast item, easy to make, that my mom thought me to cook is a very simple tomatoes-egg scramble with toast. For me it doesn’t stop there. In this next recipe I add some fresno peppers, avocado on the side, fresh chiffonnette basil and 1/2 orange, because some sort of fruit should be served in every breakfast.

Here’s my breakfast recipe for you:

4 cherry tomatoes
1 fresno pepper
2-3 eggs
1 piece of bread
1/2 Avocado(sliced)
1/2 orange
pinch of salt(optional)
pinch of black pepper(optional)
3 fresh basil leaves

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1. Cut tomatoes in half, slice your fresno pepper(remember no to touch with bare hands), chiffonnette basil, slice avocado and use a spoon to remove from skin like in the picture below:

spooning avocado

2. Using a little bit of oil (your choice) pan fry the tomatoes and fresno peppers for about one minute, toss about three times within that minute. Sprinkle evenly your salt and/or pepper in the middle of this process.

3. Add your eggs, scramble, cook until desired texture and serve on plate.

4. Plate with toast, avocado, basil and orange.

5. Enjoy!

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