Spent three days at Webber Street hanging out with the homeless this week, and wow, they were some eye opening days.
Seeing and hearing some of the stories. One guy said he couldn’t do anything to stop it. One guy blamed it on not putting any roots down. I couldn’t help but realise how lucky I was to be brought up in a stable household, to have a roof over my head, food in my stomach on a regular basis.
Then I compared the guests to Webber Street to the people in poverty stricken lands all over the world. It puts into perspective how rich this country is and how rich I am. I shouldn’t be thinking about what latest phone I should get or what latest style of clothes I want to buy but realise how much stuff I already have. I have to challenge myself continually not to be attached to this stuff and not worry about it.
Do you know how lucky you are to have the internet to look at this blog?




