More than 1,200 people who struggle daily with homelessness and survival attended the Community Resource Exchange. I saw a story in each person – it was my job was to tell their stories with pictures and tweets.
This was a task I thought a lot about the night before the event. I wanted to tell stories, but I also wanted to be careful to be respectful and not invade privacy. I often cringe when I watch news coverage of such events showing the faces of people – in an unemployment line, at foreclosure help conference, those type of events. I worry about the dignity and privacy of those people.
The most difficult part of the day was looking into the dining room as the tables filled. I saw men who looked like my brothers, women who could be my mother. I didn’t want to go in, I wanted to be on the outskirts where I could stay somewhat removed. I had a lump in my throat and tears filled my eyes.
[Nice storytelling by @ImeldaDulcichPR ~ Jeff]
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