Last night as I got home and pulled into my parking spot, a woman was walking up and out of my neighbour's parking spot, and I just thought she was a guest of his. She walked slowly and somewhat strangely, and I realized quickly she was not my neighbour's guest, when I noticed she was barefoot. She appeared to me to possibly be on drugs, and her platinum blonde hair looked like a bad wig, which made me think she might be a working girl. She walked to sit on some steps across the alley way from our building.
I've seen homeless people pass through our alley before and it's no big deal, but this time was different. I could feel that something was not right. When we got to our front door I told Chris I was going to call the police. I didn't know if we had anything to worry about, or if we should be worried about her safety. So, I called the Sheriff's Department right away and told them what I observed. They said they would send someone to check on it, but I still don't know if they ever actually showed up.
As soon as I got off the phone, I started making dinner and wanted to bring a hot sandwich down to her. Our bedroom window faces the alley, so Chris peaked out every now and then, and at one point saw her changing her outfit. It maybe should have dawned on me that she might be changing to leave. By the time I walked back outside with a sandwich and water in hand, she was gone. I checked the steps, I checked between and behind all the cars, I even checked behind the giant mattress someone left outside. My heart sank. Why didn't I ask her right when I realized she was not our neighbour's guest, whether she needed help? Probably the worst that could have come of that would be that she could yell at me, which has happened to me before.
So, I've been beating myself up a bit, because I feel like I failed as a human being. Who knows, maybe asking her if she needed help would have done nothing, but maybe it could have changed everything. I continued to look out our window to see if she might have returned, because I left her sandwich on our dining table until I went to bed. I even went outside once more, but no luck.
All I could do was pray that if she was in need of help she get it, and that she is safe. If I do see her again, I'll surely remember to ask her if she's in need of help.
Remember to be kind to everyone. It never hurts to be kind.
BIG LOVE & HUGS