{"id":659,"date":"2020-02-06T02:30:56","date_gmt":"2020-02-06T02:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/authorleewoods.com\/?p=659"},"modified":"2022-09-28T22:44:35","modified_gmt":"2022-09-28T22:44:35","slug":"a-very-cold-night-especially-for-the-homeless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/authorleewoods.com\/?p=659","title":{"rendered":"A Very Cold Night! Especially for the Homeless"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>&nbsp;I sit here tonight in my warm house, listening to the wind blow just outside my window. I know quite well, it\u2019s cold out there. Just before settling in to write this blog, I looked at the thermometer, which reads a negative 4 degrees!<\/p>\n<p>Now I sit here typing as I listen to the wind. I can\u2019t help but think of the people that may be out on the street. I don\u2019t mean people that are out for an evening of frolic and fun. I\u2019m thinking of the homeless right now. I can\u2019t help but worry about those that have no shelter when the weather is like this. If you think about those who are cold tonight if you put yourself in their shoes\u2026<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-775 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/authorleewoods.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/homeless-Jon-Tyson.png?resize=300%2C151&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"151\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/authorleewoods.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/homeless-Jon-Tyson.png?resize=300%2C151&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/authorleewoods.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/homeless-Jon-Tyson.png?resize=350%2C176&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/authorleewoods.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/homeless-Jon-Tyson.png?w=484&amp;ssl=1 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>I pull the thin parka around me as my muscles tense up, my body\u2019s reaction to the cold. My jaw gets tight as I try to keep my teeth from chattering while the wind whips through the street. It creeps in behind my neck, forcing its way down my back. I reach up and lift the collar of the coat, stretching it to reach my exposed ears as the cold air burns through my flesh. I\u2019m torn between protecting my cold ears with the jacket and the desire to push my hands deep into the pockets to keep them warm. It\u2019s no use. There is no relief. The cold is too much.<\/p>\n<p>I continue walking, hoping to find shelter from the cold wind. My face is burning now from the cold air. My nose is running. I reach up to wipe away what has dripped off the tip of my nose. I have to laugh as I realize ice has collected just there. I keep going if for no other reason than to keep my blood moving. If I don\u2019t stand still, if I keep walking, my blood will continue to work its way through my body, keeping me, well not warm, but alive. I turn as the passing car interrupts my thoughts. They don\u2019t even notice me. They look right through me as if I\u2019m not standing here freezing. I\u2019m not surprised. I see that all the time.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve now reached the alley I\u2019m hoping will at least shelter me from the wind. I lean against the brick as I slide down that wall and sit, curled up, hoping I can produce enough heat to keep my blood moving. My teeth are chattering again. My joints are getting stiff. Maybe I shouldn\u2019t sit still.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m really tired. I need to rest for a little while; then, I\u2019ll get up and move around some. I sit quietly with my thin jacket wrapped tightly around me. I can hear the noise of the night floating away. I can see my breath, so I must still be alive. It\u2019s getting colder. I\u2019m so tired. My eyelids are getting heavy. I force them open and look around one more time.<\/p>\n<p>I see no one; I only hear voices as they slowly drift off into the night.<\/p>\n<p>My feet are tingling. Maybe it\u2019s warming up. My neck hurts, I need to straighten up. Instead, I lean over and lay down, curling up tighter into a ball. I think my breathing is getting shallow. No, I\u2019m just tired. I can\u2019t stay awake; I don\u2019t want to stay awake. If I sleep, I won\u2019t feel the cold. I don\u2019t want to be cold anymore. I\u2019ll rest for a while. It\u2019s okay, just for a few min\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>The image above is the life of a young girl freezing in an alley. Will she wake up and walk to stay alive? Or will she freeze there curled up in a ball against that brick wall? You won\u2019t know because this is where the vision ends.<\/p>\n<p>Her story is the story of many homeless people in this country that fight to stay alive during the long winter months. Each of singularly may not be able to do away with the reality that is portrayed in this short vision. But collectively, we can make a difference.<\/p>\n<p>Please take a few minutes this winter to locate a shelter in your area and donate what you can to help those in need of a warm place to stay during the frigid winter months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;I sit here tonight in my warm house, listening to the wind blow just outside my window. I know quite well, it\u2019s cold out there. Just before settling in to write this blog, I looked at the thermometer, which reads a negative 4 degrees! Now I sit here typing as I listen to the wind. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/authorleewoods.com\/?p=659\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Very Cold Night! 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