... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

We ask again… What Would You do?

My cousin, Jolie Jones posted the below important reminder on her Facebook and requested that it be copied and pasted to our own pages. It’s such a powerful reminder, I decided to revisit a post from last July, entitled, What Would You Do?

As many of us prepare for the harvest of a Thanksgiving feast less than a week away surrounded by the warmth, love, and bounty of wonderful food, spirits and good tidings, lets take a moment to reach out to those less fortunate.

” Some thoughts as we enter the holiday season…It is important to remember that not everyone is surrounded by large wonderful families. Some of us have problems during the holidays and some of us are overcome with great sadness when we remember the loved ones who are not with us. And, many people have no one to spend these times with and are besieged by loneliness. We all need caring, loving thoughts right now. If I don’t see your name I will understand. May I ask my friends……wherever you might be to kindly copy, paste and share this status to give a moment of support for all those who have family problems, health struggles, job issues, worries of any kind and just need to know someone cares. Do it for all of us, for nobody is immune. I hope to see this on the walls of all my friends just for moral support. I know someone will! I did it for a friend and you can do it to!! ”

What Would You Do?

What would you do?

It’s getting late. Your stomach growls from hunger. You can’t recall the last time you had a shower, or for that matter, general hygiene. Your sense of smell is now oblivious to the stench, garbage, and urine surrounding you. You damn yourself for the addiction that put you in this circumstance, however, you crave it, as you crave air. Perhaps just one more sip, one more hit or needle will numb the pain and allow you to find a spot to drift to sleep and forget the reality that you are homeless. Or maybe your circumstance was not born of your own addiction, but that of your incapable parent, mental illness, disability or poverty. Perhaps you had to flee your home after being abused, or raped, or neglected. Regardless of the reason that put you on the streets, you are here and now I ask, what would you do? It’s getting late, and your body needs rest so that tomorrow, you can find a way to walk amongst those functioning in society who cross the street when they see you coming. Those who have lives, and families, and jobs, and medical benefits, and vacations, and fun, and futures. How would you turn it around?

Last night, I had the fortunate first hand experience to know what I would do and that would be to reach out to the Union Gospel Mission. My dear friend, Mike Mercer, who has morphed his passion for entertainment with charitable causes organized a group of some of my closest girlfriends, Fredda Goldfarb, Stacy Lil, Trina Beatty, Ani Zampona and myself to hit the streets on a search and rescue mission. Our van was packed with staples to knock off the edge for at least one night. As we passed out sandwiches (each recipient received two), hot cocoa, bottles of water and blankets, my generous friend, Robert James aka Bobby Sunshine suggested we stop by the local QFC where we reloaded with Gatorade, socks, and chips.

We drove along with three amazing young men, all in recovery, who are in the UGM program to the various streets of downtown Seattle and Capital Hill in search of those who now live where they once managed to survive. When the signature Union Gospel Mission Truck parked, all demographics, as homelessness does not discriminate, from young teenagers to senior grandparents would approach for a handout to help make it through the night.

Today is a new day… Union Gospel will be out in route tonight searching for the last, the least, and the lost.

You reading this thankfully most likely will never have to answer the question, what would you do if your circumstance dictated desperation?