Monday, September 22, 2014

UNDER THE BRIDGE: The Great Migration!

Why is Stosh saying, "Hello Poland?"


Sunday, September 21, 2014

     They migrate mainly from the North.  As the cool fall weather descends further south over the coming weeks, many of the homeless will come south to avoid the coming winter cold.  A few will stay with us and some will continue on further to south Florida.  Our northwest Florida weather can end up in the low twenties (F) in the heart of Winter!
     The ranks of our homeless population can swell thirty to fifty percent for a few weeks at this time of the year.  
     Though you may be familiar with the following homeless men and women from the previous blogs (and I hope you do read their amazing stories), let’s find out where they are truly from.

     “Hey, Stosh, where are you from?  (See post from 6/20)
      Of course, Stosh is one of our regular, year-round homeless residents.
     “Well, actually, I’m from Poland.”
     Wow, that’s really far north!  “What do you mean you’re from Poland?”
     “We lived in the southern part of Poland when my parents moved to America.  I was about four or five years old at that time.”
     Wow!  That is some migration!
     Then he told me his last name; Szczechowicz!  I would have known that was Polish!

Stosh can eat more than any one I know!

     We don’t do last names with the homeless; I don’t know theirs and they don’t know mine.  There is no real need to know.  It’s not important.  With many of the homeless, I only know their nicknames; never even knowing their first names.  However, whatever name they use, make sure you remember it. 
     Where your heart is; that, they want to know.  Can you love them in the name of Jesus Christ?  That’s all that really counts.
     Let’s look at a few of our local homeless residents and see from where they migrated.

     “Happy” is from Milton, which is about thirty-five miles from here.  It used to be a small country town nestled in farmland, woods and crystal clear creeks.  However, it has grown a bit more in the last few years.

Happy says, "You've gotta hear where this cross came from..."

     “Happy’s” cross that was given to him (post from 9/15) broke on the bottom, and he’s a little upset about it.  He doesn’t know it, but I’m planning on soon giving him a new one.  It’s important to him, as it reminds him of the protection Jesus gives him when he is in the street.

     Quiet, mild-mannered JJ (8/9) is from here; Pensacola.  The cross around his neck serves the same purpose; faith in the safety of the Lord.

R. to L.- JJ, Stosh, John, Chris with the hurt ankle, Tina, Cojac

     Robert (7/21, 7/12), Mari’s son, is from here (Pensacola), as is his girlfriend, Rachel.  They make a beautiful couple.  He’s homeless, though she is not.

Rachel and Robert

     Mari (8/17, 7/21, 7/14, 7/12), Robert’s mom, is from Patuxent River, Maryland.  Mari is from Maryland; get it?  That makes sense, doesn’t it?  She married down here and had three sons, after which she was widowed.  Better to be down in warm Florida then to be in colder Maryland, right, Mari?
     “Jean-Luc?”
     “Yea.”
     “I need a tackle box.”  Mari doesn’t ever ask for much so this must be important.  She continues, “I’m the bait girl!  I fish for the little bait fish the guys put on their hooks to catch the big fish.  I need a tackle box.”

Mari and Stosh.  Mari says, "I'm the bait girl!"  What?

     She usually ends up having to look around the fishing pier for discarded hooks and sinkers which wastes valuable time when the fish are biting. Stosh, the fisherman, catches the big fish which they sell on the pier.
    I was watching Stosh help a little ten-year old girl fix her reel, pole and line so she could fish.  He took his time to show her all the little details of catching fish, which her parents didn’t seem to care about.  The little girl seemed to be totally involved in fishing and what Stosh was teaching her.
     “Mari, look at Stosh with that little girl.  He is showing so much patience with her.”
     “Yea, he is so good with kids,” she says proudly.

     It’s Jersey’s turn to be in jail this week (read posts 8/9, 7/21, 7/14)!  Well, he might be in longer than a week, this time.  Not everyone is really sure what happened, but it seems they do agree that he stole something and got caught.  We don’t really need the details.  Jersey, by the way, is from Jersey (New Jersey).

This is what happens when Jersey
walks on the rocky sea wall at night!
The man-eating sea wall!

     Chris took Jersey's place.  Chris was here with us for about a year and then left for about six months to live in a house with a roommate.  But, the roommate is now gone and he is back with us.  Chris is from Decatur, Alabama – the next state over.
     Chris is a very respectful and soft spoken, born-again, homeless man who has stopped drinking for about a year, now. 

We can hardly see Chris in his camouflage gear

     “Jean-Luc?”
     “Yea, Chris.”
     “I need to get a driving job – even as a taxi driver.  I’ve got a clean record.”
     I believe Chris is the only one of our large group who has not gone to jail!
     “I’ll keep my ears open, Chris.  I’ll let you know if I hear of a driving job opening.”
     There was a time when we were praying a lot for Chris, as he has a pacemaker and had serious heart problem about a year ago.  He says he is doing better now than he ever has.  He is looking great.

     Kojak is from New York – the Bronx (8/26, 7/21, 6/20)! Everyone laughed when he said that because of his accent which is definitely from New York.  He was a bartender for seventeen years and a chef.  He is excited that I’m cooking everyone a spaghetti dinner at next Sunday’s church service.

Kojak, the ex-bartender has some stories to tell!

     Our other Chris (8/26, 6/20) is from Phoenix, Arizona.  He’s the one with the hurt ankle and the stolen car.  He is getting better, however.  I hope he can get that oil rig job in Oklahoma he’s been talking about.


     James, the Music Man, or Guitar Man (8/17), as he is known, just wrote a song he wants us to hear.  It’s smooth and jazzy – an actually good song to which we all clap.  He will play it completely for us next week.  He will also play Amazing Grace for our service, next Sunday. Awesome!  He’s from Alabama, next door.

Yea, I wrote this song.  I really did.  Do you like it? 

     Jack the Fisherman, Astrophysicist (9/15, 7/12) is from Nevada!  Then where did he learn to fish?  Right here in Pensacola.  Of course, he loves marine biology and had been accepted at the Woods Hole Institute, in Main, to study that subject.  But, he went to M.I.T. instead, attending there for three and a half years.
     “How in the world did you end up here?”
     He says, “Well, Gilligan’s Island needed a professor!  (See post 8/9)

Jack the Fisherman, Astrophysicist, The Professor!

     Shelly says, “I haven’t had a drink in over a week!”  (8/22, 7/14)
     “Good for you, Shelly.  Praise the Lord!”
     Shelllly, from Alabama, is such a sweet, wonderful saint of God…when she’s sober – and she’s sober today.  We have great fellowship with all present at the Bridge Camp.  Of course, we feed them, etc. but Bill, Paul and I really enjoy being with God’s precious children.  They are honest, transparent, normally cheerful, unpretentious saints of God who will literally give you their only shirt off their back if you needed one more than they did.


     Pete (Red) is from Louisiana.  He took over a space under the bridge that really needed cleaning.  He has been working at it for a couple of weeks, so far, and everyone admits he is doing a great job of keeping the camp cleaner.  Way to go, Pete!

Pete likes his camp clean!

     Ryan is a pleasant, smiling, young man that is visiting us and is from Milton.  No matter how much I try, I cannot understand anything he says. But Tina, for some reason, understands him completely and lovingly translates everything he says for me!

Ryan is a very polite young man.  God bless you, Ryan!
Tim is the only homeless man I know with
 a private pilot's license!
Praying under the Palm Tree.
Standing L. to R. - Pete, Tim, Paul, Tina, Bill, Ryan, John

     Jack the Intellectual (8/26, 7/21, 14, 12) is from Portland, Oregon.  He tells me that there is a library in Portland which takes up blocks and blocks of the city.  It is the biggest library in the world, he says. 
     With a sparkle in his eyes, he continues, “If you want the History section, they direct you, not to a “section,” but to the next building over, taking up a whole city block!”
     “Have you read every book in that library, Jack?”
     “Just about,” he replies, chuckling.

Jack LOVED the Portland, Oregon, Library!

     Don is initially from Illinois, but has also lived in Fort Lauderdale, south Florida.  Don just had a heart attack and is recuperating very well.  He is working part-time as a dishwasher in a restaurant nearby.

Don is recovering well from his heart attack!  Praise God!

     The dogs are an important part of the homeless camp.  They are joyful animals whom the Lord loves very much, also.  They are very friendly, healthy, licensed, lovable and well taken care of.  

Dogs happily playing in camp!  Hanna Montana or L. and Brianna on R.

     The black one is Robert’s dog named Hanna Montana!  The brown dog’s name is Shug.  It was Jersey’s dog, but since Jersey is going to be in jail for a while, Chris has taken Jersey’s place and has taken over as caretaker of Shug.  However, we know that it takes a whole camp to raise a good dog.

     All in all, it is not really important where these men and women migrated from, as much as where they are going to.  They are most assuredly going to heaven, covered by the blood of Jesus who loves His precious children so much that He is preparing mansions for them in heaven - even as we speak.  And He’s almost done.

Good night, folks, and God bless y'all.

P.S.  There are 1,584 other homeless in our county who need your love.  God bless them, too.
    
    
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