Street Feet – 8 AM
I set up camp across the street from H&M on Granville Street. Before going to sleep, I took off my shoes. My feet were very sore. I have what they call “street feet.” I have yet to take off my shoes because I didn’t want anybody taking them. Today was the first day in five that I allowed my feet to breathe. It felt great to shut my eyes and just drift away. After a few minutes I was in a deep sleep. I was so tired that the pain from my feet made absolutely no difference to me.
At around 8 AM, the Transit Police woke me up from my slumber. Last time I encountered the Transit Police, I was given a $5 gift certificate to McDonald’s. The Transit Police told me that I was not allowed to sleep here. Next, the officers asked me for my ID. I had none. Sean told me last night that it is illegal to walk around without any ID. The only thing I carried with myself was a U-pass, which is a university bus pass. It had my name and my picture on it, so I gave it to them.
Yet again the transit police conducted themselves very politely. I have a feeling that they either sympathize with the homeless or they know that the homeless have rich hearts as well, just like you and me. One of the officers started to write my name in his notebook. He looked down to ask me for my birth date. “Well, my birthday is today.” They looked at each other, smiled and said “Happy Birthday to you!”
I told them of my entire mission and why I decided to spend my Christmas break in the Downtown Eastside. One of the officers then asked me if I was affiliated with any group. No, I am not. I am simply an internet blogger. I am here to explore and put a face on homelessness and meet the people that are often talked about in a negative way in our society.
He took my picture along with my blog address. The officer seemed interested in my mission and will hopefully end up reading this post. It looks like I’ll have to take a couple of days off work to get my blog up and running. There are many pages written so far in my notebook and there is more to come too! Who would have thought that I’d meet such sweet people that are equipped with stories that will melt your hearts? I certainly didn’t and I was guilty of that.