New gig today! Made bean & cheese quesadillas on my electric griddle outside a day center in Ballard. Served 40; big hit! Traumas revealed:
Young Black girl hadn’t eaten in days; too scared to leave her tent. Recounted eating muffins out of the garbage that tasted like actual garbage, but she didn’t care because she was starving.
Big white fellow was very upset over perceived gay come-on by another guy. Subsequently revealed he had been raped in prison and as a child. Courteously gave up half his last quesadilla to a young man who got there late.
A guy I know from a nearby camp was there, sweeping up and collecting garbage. Then he said he had to go push his hernia back in. Made a point of letting me know he was sober. I could tell he was thinking clearly; nice to meet him that way, finally!
Nearly everyone you meet has some dreadful trauma that has distorted their lives and landed them adrift and wretched. They want to share; not in the hope you can help them, but just not to carry the burden alone.