The first guy who came in for food had beeen released from prison the day before. He had been in for “TWOCing” (Taking WithOut Consent). He proudly told me the different cars he’d taken, amd had even used the owners keys to do it.
The next one was a Romanian guy in his 20’s who spoke pretty good English. The third was an Indian woman who seemed pretty well off her head, making crazy comments about herself and talking weirdly to anyone who would listen, about her faith (Hindu), her father who bullied and verbally abused her, and all kinds of strange topics. In one of her throwaway lines she said she’d been in prison, but didn’t say why. At one point she said “all gods are the same”, to which I replied “no, they’re not!”, but she was so much in full flow I don’t think she even heard my retort. She mentioned she was bipolar, so perhaps she was missing out on her meds. She also said she’d been drinking too. We couldn’t give her food without a voucher. She waited while her friend, who had seen the “Footprints” poem on our wall, wrote out a copy of it. We told her where to go to get a voucher, but she never came back.
Another woman client was quite chatty and we talked a bit about God and faith. As she left I gave her a copy of Norman Warren’s booklet “Journey Into Life”.