God
bless my roommate for putting up with me and my passions about the
human race. It seems as though whenever I tend to get heated about
the mistreatment of humans or even the thought of it, she is the one
who gets to hear it. I would not trade my passion for human beings
for anything else in this entire world. More so, I would not change
my quick to speak on behalf of others or even react when I feel that
people are treated in an unjust way.
My
passion and feelings toward the human race has been sparked again
more recently. A week ago, my roommate and I were sitting in a coffee
shop talking to one of the baristas about the “homeless dudes who
are always yelling” outside of his apartment. He made some rude
comment about homelessness in general and it had me extremely heated.
Not only do I work with homeless people, but these are the men that
my organization works directly with. It struck a pretty painful and
irritating chord with me to say the least. Though this incident only
left me heated for a little bit, it did start to reignite my passion
for the powerless and voiceless.
Until
recently, this passion hasn't died necessarily, but has been put on
the back burner as I have fallen into the realities of life. I have
become content with where I am at in my jobs and life in general. I
haven't had any heated debates that have truly made my blood boil and
in reality, I haven't even been that irritated with the human race.
As dumb as it may sound, these are the things that keep my passion
going and that really challenge me in my thinking. However, I haven't
had to fight for anything lately, let alone anyone. To be quite
honest, I was grateful for this conversation to happen because though
it made me angry, it made me angry with good reason.
This past Friday, I really got a chance to allow myself to be fed in this way as I went to hear Steve Corbett speak on the impoverished and unseen people. It was so refreshing to be sitting in a room full of people who have the same desires and goals for the human race as me. It was even more refreshing to hear such a brilliant and compassionate man speak on a hope for the people who have been isolated from the rest of the world. As I sat in that auditorium, I felt full of life as I knew that this dream isn't over, but that it is continuing and in some ways beginning.
