Survival.......we post up regularly how we survived in the woods or in a disaster, but lets wake up for a minute. sure, we went out and had a situation, or we go out and practice, we persevered and triumphed, and now we are sitting warm and cozy next to the fireplace, our tummies fat with hot food, a bottle of beer or glass of scotch in our hands, maybe a cigar,and fluffy & bowwow curled up on our feet.
Pretty tough ain't we? we conquered! we took on Momma nature and emerged triumphant. We post up our experiences for all to read and reply to. We wax poetic how this steel cut better than that steel, or which fire tinder works best, or what knife we are going to buy next. Pretty rich life we lead when we such choice and opportunity.
we WS&S'ers pale in comparison to some people that REALLY "survive", not because they are practicing, but because life sometimes goes the other way for some people.
This is a story about Jim, a local homeless man sleeping on a single sheet of cardboard not even 300 feet from me. Born with FAS and beaten as a kid/teen/adult as result of his slow learning skills, and unemployable, Jim turned to booze. First it was beers then hard liqour, then he did'nt care anymore what he drank, solvent, listerien, rice wine, it did'nt matter. Anything to numb the pain, the cold, the misery. Night after night of sleeping on the ground, summers were good, a stolen constroctupon tarp and his Union Gospel Mission sleeping bag/clothing handouts worked fine for the summer. Its the winters here that slowly kill him. Night after night of lying on warmth sapping cement, a single blanket or tattered sleeping bag covering him. Bitter numbing cold saps his strength, he wears all his worn and filthy clothes to try and keep warm. Jim chooses to not go to the local shelters, and i dont blame him. yes they are warm/dry, you get fed a hot meal, but you also risk being stabbed, or having your stuff stolen, or getting "shelter cough" as he calls it, or getting lice or bedbugs. Jim takes his chances on the street. 20+ years now if trying to stay alive on the streets.
I talked briefly with Jim tonight, aftter removing his hand that was frozen to the cement. Jim was drunk and had passed out, his hand freezing to the cement, stuck in his own frozen piss. I got cardboard from the bins out back and got him to lie on them instead of the cement. Temps were - 6 celcuis , and the wind was picking up. The ground felt colder than the air.
I went home, got an old sleeping bag i never use , some old insulated work shirts, wool mitts and a toque and threw them into the dryer to heat them up. stuffed them into an insulated bag and went back up to where Jim sleeps. Tried to get him to sit up to put on the insulated shirt but he wasn't about to move, to do so risks losing any heat he has, he says to me. So i cover him with the jacket, then the sleeping bag and leave the hat and toque under the jacket so they wont get nicked by other streeters. Jim says thank you and god bless from under his blankets.
we got it pretty damn easy in comparison. we get to go out and practice our skills in the woods for fun, some of us use those skills in a real situation sometimes, but there are those that need to survive everyday. So if you got old gear, gloves, wool socks, sleeping bags or blankets, or maybe an hour to take a thermos of hot chocolate to a homeless person and chat with them , please do. Not only during Christmas, but anytime during the year. Not because it feels good, but because a fellow man/woman is in desperate need. The next shiny purchase can wait a few moments.
Just a rambling moment. God Bless.
edit: if this is off topic or in the wrong place, please move it. I didn't know where else to post it, and I felt it was survival related, albeit urban homeless survival, and since the weather is brutal right now.
Pretty tough ain't we? we conquered! we took on Momma nature and emerged triumphant. We post up our experiences for all to read and reply to. We wax poetic how this steel cut better than that steel, or which fire tinder works best, or what knife we are going to buy next. Pretty rich life we lead when we such choice and opportunity.
we WS&S'ers pale in comparison to some people that REALLY "survive", not because they are practicing, but because life sometimes goes the other way for some people.
This is a story about Jim, a local homeless man sleeping on a single sheet of cardboard not even 300 feet from me. Born with FAS and beaten as a kid/teen/adult as result of his slow learning skills, and unemployable, Jim turned to booze. First it was beers then hard liqour, then he did'nt care anymore what he drank, solvent, listerien, rice wine, it did'nt matter. Anything to numb the pain, the cold, the misery. Night after night of sleeping on the ground, summers were good, a stolen constroctupon tarp and his Union Gospel Mission sleeping bag/clothing handouts worked fine for the summer. Its the winters here that slowly kill him. Night after night of lying on warmth sapping cement, a single blanket or tattered sleeping bag covering him. Bitter numbing cold saps his strength, he wears all his worn and filthy clothes to try and keep warm. Jim chooses to not go to the local shelters, and i dont blame him. yes they are warm/dry, you get fed a hot meal, but you also risk being stabbed, or having your stuff stolen, or getting "shelter cough" as he calls it, or getting lice or bedbugs. Jim takes his chances on the street. 20+ years now if trying to stay alive on the streets.
I talked briefly with Jim tonight, aftter removing his hand that was frozen to the cement. Jim was drunk and had passed out, his hand freezing to the cement, stuck in his own frozen piss. I got cardboard from the bins out back and got him to lie on them instead of the cement. Temps were - 6 celcuis , and the wind was picking up. The ground felt colder than the air.
I went home, got an old sleeping bag i never use , some old insulated work shirts, wool mitts and a toque and threw them into the dryer to heat them up. stuffed them into an insulated bag and went back up to where Jim sleeps. Tried to get him to sit up to put on the insulated shirt but he wasn't about to move, to do so risks losing any heat he has, he says to me. So i cover him with the jacket, then the sleeping bag and leave the hat and toque under the jacket so they wont get nicked by other streeters. Jim says thank you and god bless from under his blankets.
we got it pretty damn easy in comparison. we get to go out and practice our skills in the woods for fun, some of us use those skills in a real situation sometimes, but there are those that need to survive everyday. So if you got old gear, gloves, wool socks, sleeping bags or blankets, or maybe an hour to take a thermos of hot chocolate to a homeless person and chat with them , please do. Not only during Christmas, but anytime during the year. Not because it feels good, but because a fellow man/woman is in desperate need. The next shiny purchase can wait a few moments.
Just a rambling moment. God Bless.
edit: if this is off topic or in the wrong place, please move it. I didn't know where else to post it, and I felt it was survival related, albeit urban homeless survival, and since the weather is brutal right now.