Sheena is an elderly woman I met on
Thanksgiving night who had been kicked out of her senior living
apartment a week earlier - everything she owned was bundled into plastic
bags and attached to a rolling cart. She'd never been homeless before
and she was so out of it that she wasn't quite sure what day it was.
She was dirty, freezing cold, and very lonely. I found Sheena huddled on the bench in one of those tiny, little bus shelters. She couldn't move very
well so, at her request, I dug into her bags and found a blanket to
cover her with. As I sat with her, a young woman who'd been to a restaurant for dinner walked up, asked me if
Sheena was hungry and, when I confirmed that she was indeed homeless and hungry, graciously offered the large portion of
left-overs she had planned to take home that night.
I look for Sheena often but haven't seen her since Thanksgiving night. I hope and pray that she's found a place to keep warm.