#mother teresa
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. - Henry Ford
“Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat. “
- R.I.P. Blessed Mother Teresa
August 27, 1910 – September 5, 1997
As I exit on Riverside,
Off of the 71 freeway headed north,
I take into account the dead grass,
Steel fence,
Street signs clothed in advertisements,
& on the left side,
A grey concrete wall,
& a man sitting on the ground he feels lower than,
The sun bringing to light nothing but a dark situation,
He keeps his face down,
Looking up only reminds him of how far he’s fallen,
Feeding your ego fails to compensate for feeding yourself food,
So he takes a deep breath & proceeds to swallow his pride,
Desperately hoping it’ll last him long enough until he can sink his teeth into something else better,
Humbled by the rumble in his stomach,
He places a white flag beside himself that reads:
“Hunger Wins.
I Need Money.”
Such a scene pushes a button on my heart,
& it plays a song of mercy that engulfs my soul,
Thus forth compelling me to explore my pockets with the heavy hope that today is one of those days in which they are treasure chests overflowing with coins,
& I’ll have enough change to offer this man a significant difference,
At least for tonight,
Relieving him of his usual dinner,
A glass of his tears & a plate of his pride,
Replaced with a combo #5,
Extra large sized,
I hand him about $2,
Which is roughly enough to get him much,
But his situation forces him to thank me anyway,
Driving off,
I feel the guilt from knowing I could’ve provided more,
But my own hunger dwelling within my stomach,
Pulls my eyes forward & pushes me to be selfish,
Seeing more homeless along the way,
I tell myself that I’ve already done my good deed for the day,
Let Jesus take care of them,
Being hungry is a problem,
That runs rampant across this earth like a marathon with no finish line,
Having knowledge of hungry people,
Walking into work,
Boils my blood,
& evaporates the peace within it into anger,
As I witness pounds of food get thrown away,
Like opportunities & neglected gifts,
Opportunities I could’ve used to feed the man on the freeway exit,
& the homeless that followed him down the road,
Gifts I could’ve given to the malnourished children I’m going to see as soon as I turn on the television,
Whom we treat like aliens from outside of this planet,
So we consider their countries 3rd Worlds,
But hunger is a problem,
& like the earth,
It is something we all share,
So how far are our worlds really???
& it doesn’t end at food,
For everybody hungers for something different,
Like truth,
& justice,
& vengeance,
& peace,
I, hunger for love,
My sister’s hugs,
The sound of her voice when she calls me “Kuya”,
My mother’s phone calls when I’m out late,
& the meals she gets up early to make me…
Love,
Something we all deeply crave for,
But don’t feed each other enough of,
I believe,
That my flaws do not lie within the grip I have on my money,
They lie within the fact that I didn’t love the homeless man enough to give him more,
To give the malnourished children more,
To give my family more,
To give you more,
To give God more,
Because one can only offer as much as he loves,
& if you think that’s fake,
Try offering food to a hungry person you hate…
Once the world learns that love is a good from the heart that we can donate,
More so than money,
Only then can we really begin to feed the hungry,
& end world hunger,
Because like myself,
I believe love is what everyone else,
Hungers for most.
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
Mother Teresa