A guy I’ve known on the streets off and on for several years came in for food. Under the rules he had already received his full quota of food parcels (each parcel equates to 3 days of worth of food). As we chatted, he told me he was at the end of his rope. This was literally true, as two days before he had climbed up a local hill and put a noose round his neck. For whatever reason, he hadn’t gone through with killing himself. The good news was that he was booked into a rehab unit in a week’s time.
I put the manager in the picture and we gave him a further 3 days worth of food. As he left I gave him an evangelistic booklet “The Missing Peace”. I hope he reads it. He’s a likeable guy, but keeps falling by the wayside in terms of drink and drugs. With Jesus there is always hope while you have breath in your body.
Two women came in later on. As they were chatting to each other, one explained that her 3 kids were by two different men. The other woman replied she had 4 kids by 3 different men. What complicated lives people lead!