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.
Last month, I received a call from my long-time friend and best auto detailer in the city (plug) proprietor of Final Touch Detail, Derek Anderson 3100 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98112. Derek shared that he had a new hire who was desperate for housing as a replant from out of state. On paper, the resident would not qualify, however, based on the applicants proven hard work ethic, the likes of which Derek and I both witnessed, we worked together and got them housed. On my part, we significantly reduced the rent. On Derek’s part, he agreed to co-sign. It was a win-win. The resident and cat have a home. Compassion.
Yesterday, around 2 p.m., in the afternoon, my son and partner, Brett and I drove past one of our buildings on Capitol Hill. As I circled the alley, my son pointed out a homeless man, literally braced upon our property in full squat defecating. Our eyes met as I stopped driving, and he lowered his downcast. This moment visually, I literally paid witness to the lowest ebb of human dignity. Compassion. WE CAN NOT just drive by and ignore that humans are living worse than those depicted in the movie Nomadland, where at least they had a bucket. If you haven’t seen the movie, or read the book, Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century by Jessica Bruder, please enlighten yourselves.
What came first? The chicken or the egg? Is our homeless crisis due to economics or mental illness or drug addiction? In doesn’t matter. As I looked at the squatter on my building yesterday, I assume he qualified in all three categories, but the bottom line, he needs help. Compassion.
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Nobody should call this home.
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