Over the past few months, I’ve been walking in the city a lot more than I normally do. Usually I really enjoy my time in Toronto, walking past the myriad of people and buildings that is one of the world’s most diverse cities. But as I look out the window this morning and see rain pouring down the pane of glass, I see one of the negative aspects of walking in the city. I’m not looking forward to hauling my briefcase and some other items around in a downpour. Part of me even tries to come up with an excuse not to go out today. But I must leave my warm, dry apartment and make my way out into the wet world that awaits me. The forecast shows no chance of the rain letting up all day.
And then I think about those who have no home to go to, the countless homeless in the city who don’t have a roof to keep them dry. On this cold raining day, there are people with no where to go to escape the seemingly endless pain of cold and wet. And suddenly, I become incredibly thankful that I only need to be in the rain for 30 minutes or so today.
So, as I walk through the downpour that has melted away the snow that fell only a few days ago, I hope that I don’t forget to remember those who have no where to go, those with no warm, dry bed to crawl into at the end of the day. And as I trudge along through the puddles, may I, even for those few minutes, join these men, women, and children in solidarity and seek to do my part to help them have hot food, dry shelter, and good company. May I ask why some people live in million-dollar condos while others huddle together under the ramp to a parking garage next door. And may I never be satisfied with the answers.