As I was walking through the mall today, I saw a woman in the Quilts etc. store holding up and folding a comfy looking quilt. There are lots of quilts at that store; it's well-named.
Seeing that quilt made me think of the one that I pull up on myself each night. The other night, as I did so, I heard sirens. I felt grateful for the comfortable situation in which I found myself and knew that someone wasn't as lucky at that time.
It is wonderful to have a comfortable bed to turn to at night. It is so easily overlooked but we who have that have something worth appreciating.
I don't know what it's like to be homeless. I imagine that a key component of it is that the people are bedless. Having no home, no place to make your own must be difficult during the day but at night, to have nowhere to shut down and settle in, on your own or among people you love, must be extremely unsettling. I know that there are facilities that provide shelter but they are not home.
I remember seeing a picture, when my son was a toddler, of a boy who resembled him. He was sleeping on his father's lap. His family was homeless. He didn't have a bed of his own. I wonder what that's like for a child and how he's doing now. I hope that things have improved and that he has his own bed.
Solving homelessness, like so many problems, is not easy. There is not a standard profile of a homeless person. Maybe, if we notice and appreciate that we have beds and blankets and peace at night, we will consider what it must be like not to have those things. We will realize that it is worthwhile to try to help others to have them too. And eventually we will go to sleep at night, in peace and comfort, knowing that others are doing the same thing.
(By the way, there is a charity that takes an interest in supplying children around the world with beds. It was founded by the parents of former NHL goalie Ken Dryden. I don't know a lot about it but here is a link that I found to its website. Just something to think about so that everyone can have a better sleep.)