The Tent City Project
everyday is a journey.
Twas doing nothing was his curse—
Is there a vice can plague us worse?
The wretch who digs the mine for bread,
Or plows, that others may be fed,
Feels less fatigue than that decreed
To him who cannot think, or read.
Not all the peril of temptations,
Not all the conflict of the passions,
Can quench the spark of Glory's flame,
Or quite extinguish Virtue's name.
This project has been in progress for over 5 1/2 months. A lot of work went into all of this. A lot of collecting, cutting into strips and rolling these plastic bags into what we call plarn. The next step consists of crocheting these plastic strips of plarn into a sleeping mat for the homeless. A lot of begging for plastic grocery bags from all of my friends and family. Yes, you heard me right, I was begging.
I have to admit, I was a little scared at first. I'm not really good at meeting people for the first time, especially ones who are so different from me. And we are different from each other. The last thing I wanted to do is come off unfeeling, uncaring about their situation. I've never had to face in life what they are experiencing. It could be easily mishandled by me if I'm not careful. I'm not here to embarrass anyone. I'm here to serve them.
The homeless mat.