Humans of Chicago pt. 1

Jay | Michigan Avenue | November 20, 2016

Jay | Michigan Avenue | November 20, 2016

It was too cold outside, and I was already dreading the three minute trek from the car to St. Mikes. I was wearing a dress with tights, so I knew my legs were about to freeze. There was no question that my feet would go numb. It was too cold outside. 

The night before, I sat in my room listening to some random music on my latest Spotify playlist. The usual suspects were found: black pen, leather notebook, typical Bible. I had just finished cleaning my room. When I am thinking a lot, I tend to put things away. Although I would not describe myself as a neat person, I find myself folding, organizing, recycling, and making piles of give-away-clothes until I realize that I do need that jacket and those are the shorts that I wear in the summertime. I want to bring back school uniforms... they make everything easier. 

Anyways, sitting on my bed, I started praying for people on the streets. I was already cold in my room with a blanket and the heat on... what was it like just a forty minute train to the city? 

Jesus, please be with all the people on the streets tonight without a warm, safe place to sleep. 

It seemed like a simple prayer: God be with them. I thought about it for a second but pushed the idea out of my mind. Lindy was going to be working, and I did not want to go down to the city alone. I thought about it again but pushed the idea out of my mind. It was going to be cold outside, and when I get cold I go numb. 

I could not push the idea out of my mind, so I kept praying: Michael, Ruth, Rose... 

Jesus, please be with all the people on the streets tonight without a warm, safe place to sleep. 

Fine. I will go. I did not think about it anymore and put away my pen, closed my notebook, and put my Bible on the top of my pile of books next to my bed. I did not look up the train schedule, but I already was picturing a cold, lonely afternoon in the city. I rarely leave without my camera and notebook, so I plugged in my camera battery to the charger. 

Jesus, please be with all the people on the streets tonight without a warm, safe place to sleep. 

I wondered if I would see Ruth. Lindy and I always look for her when we go downtown.