Every year, while sitting around the table for Thanksgiving dinner, my family goes around and says what they are thankful for. Growing up, I always said things like my family, my friends, and my dogs. Things that I should be thankful for and very much am. But last year I said I was thankful for the friends I had made who are experiencing homelessness. And I think that is even truer this year – thanks to my time with Franciscan Outreach.
|The current volunteer community enjoys a Thanksgiving meal together.|
I grew up in a predominantly white, middle class suburb of Chicago, very much wrapped up in a comfortable blanket of privilege that everyone I knew also had. It wasn’t until I went to College (Loyola University Chicago,) that I began to realize the world I had experienced was nothing like the world the majority of the population experienced. The world outside my bubble was harsh, cruel, and unfair. After going on a service trip that included direct service with people experiencing poverty in ways I couldn’t have even imagined, the bubble I had been sitting comfortably in began to crack. After that experience I began to lead a homeless outreach organization on campus, and the relationships I formed with the people we met on the streets are the ones that taught me what the world is actually like – and they taught me how to love despite the harsh reality they live in. These were the people I was thankful for last thanksgiving. The people who I cried with, I laughed with, and prayed with for two and a half years.
These experiences I had at Loyola changed me in a way that I could not ignore, so I decided to do something similar full time after graduation, which is how I came to find out about Franciscan Outreach. As expected with any transition, I was nervous about what the next year would be like. I was nervous about the work that I would be doing, and how I was going to manage a dorm of 45 women, when the majority of them are old enough to be my mother. I was nervous about community, specifically that I wouldn’t fit in as the only American woman. But within a couple of weeks, all these worries proved to be for nothing. While there are some intense moments at the shelter, most of the time the dorm is filled with laughter and support, and in three short months I have built relationships with the ladies that are more meaningful than I could have imagined. For example, one time I was dealing with a mentally ill woman who was very upset beyond my ability to deescalate. After she left, six different women came up to me, telling me that they had my back and would never let anything happen to me while in the dorm. While I never expect to need their assistance in an extreme circumstance, that gesture of support is something I will always remember, and be thankful for.
The other large part about being a volunteer at Franciscan Outreach is community living. As I mentioned, it was something I was nervous about and didn’t know what to expect. Little did I know, we would bond quickly. There’s something about moving into an apartment with 11 strangers that teaches you patience and the importance of intentionality in relationships, especially when your community doesn’t do their dishes. Between always having someone to hang out with to having people around constantly who understand the difficult things we may experience at work, I couldn’t imagine this experience without community. I am thankful for their support, their enthusiasm, and their ability and willingness to bring me up when I am feeling down.
|Leon, Jaime, and Tim sporting their favorite and most recent purchases.|
This year there is a lot to be thankful for. I am thankful for the cubs winning the World Series, finally. I am thankful for my friends and family for supporting me through this year. I am thankful for my alma mater, for breaking my heart in ways I couldn’t ignore, and exposing me to injustices that I now feel called to fight against. I am thankful for the journey that got me to this point, and for the future I have ahead of me, committed to continuing to advocate for those who society has and continues now, more than ever, to marginalize. I am thankful for the guests, who have shown me how to love in a way I didn’t know possible, who have shown me how to laugh through the most difficult times, and have shown me how to have faith, no matter how much or how little you have and what you are going through. I am thankful for my community, for always being there, for lifting one another up, and for being such a strong source of joy. I am thankful for Franciscan Outreach, for giving voices to those who have been silenced, and walking with those who society had abandoned. This thanksgiving season, I will be reflecting about all these things that I am thankful for, and what they all have in common: the presence of community. As my biggest source of inspiration, Dorothy Day, once said “We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love, and that love comes with community.”
|Jaime and FOV 15-16 alumni, Emily, celebrating the Cubs victory.|