“You look so skinny! How did you lose so much weight in Melbourne?”
“I don’t know, Aunty, I guess I just don’t eat when I’m stressed.”
“That’s not good. Here, I made some food. Eat!”
…
“Do you want to join us for volunteering?”
“Okay.” — Not really, but she was depressed and aimless.
…
“We’re going to give food aid to these people at a caravan park. The police don’t even respond to their calls after dark.
We go there on Sundays. A Christian group goes and gives them a BBQ on Saturdays.
It’s a bit smelly, there’s lot of alcohol and drugs. Wear closed in shoes.
Just stay with Aunties and Uncles, don’t wander off by yourself.”
“Okay.”
She was still numb. But she felt like there was a small purpose, and when she looked in those peoples’ faces, something else stirred in her heart.
After many years, she could see their faces change.
The ones who stayed, the ones who interacted with the charities.
Some conversations, some talks… some healing.
Some of them saved up enough to leave.
Some of them stayed, but with more brightness in their faces. Gratitude in their hearts.
A lightness of being.

