There is that of God in everyone

Mia H suggested I start blogging about my DC adventures, so here is the first installment. Everyone wants to know what happened to my super awesome job I was so very excited about. Here is my story: I was hired for Field Manager position in charge of canvassers through out the city. The packet promised health insurance, full benefits etc. I  knew I would be canvassing which was totally okay with me for three reasons: 1) it is a really awesome cause. 2) I had no idea what it entailed. 3) I desperately needed a job. And this showed promise for a livable wage doing something I really really believe in. There are several reasons for this awesome job only lasting four days. Inquiring minds would like to know, so I'll give you the main reason: People are mean. Like whoa mean. I was canvassing for a topic that I knew is wildly controversial, so I was prepared for those that disagreed with our views, but I wasn't prepared to be treated like dirt for doing what I was hired to do. Let me clue you guys into something: no matter how much of a hurry you are in, no matter how much of a bad day you are having, please don't treat people like they don't exist. There is that of God in everyone. No matter their situation. Don't walk past the homeless when they ask you for money as if you don't see them. It hurts. Even if they are addicts, even if they are swindlers. There is that of God in everyone. Those super annoying people out there trying to get you to give money to their non-profits are paid peanuts to do it. They do it because they need a job, and because they believe in what they are doing. They also don't remember every person that's walked past them, so please be kind if they ask you twice.  "No thanks" or forced smile is awesome. Even a nod in their direction makes all the difference. Keep on walking, don't slow down, just don't pretend they are not there. What will it kill you to be nice?
  It wasn't just those people that got to me. It was the people who were verbally mean that cut me to my core. The lady who told me the man walking with her just got married to her brother "AWESOME!" was my response. Feeling slightly uplifted from the negativity of the day. She then walked two feet and proclaimed how stupid [those] people are. "She actually bought that." Or the woman who animatedly insisted I was lying. By animatedly I mean forcibly yelling for five minutes with me unable to figure out how to get rid of her. Or how bout the man my first day who wanted to know if he was a girl if I would "do him" while licking his lips. (Remembering God is also in those people is decidedly more difficult to do). But what made me actually quit, was when I got back to the office after a day of fending these people and those just like them off only to find out my best was not good enough. I love, Love, LOVE the people I worked with. I just couldn't hack it. I couldn't sell it hard enough. I couldn't be pushier than I was, and while I could learn to toughen up- I couldn't do it with the fear of being fired if I didn't succeed. So there is my story, and my lesson. After my last day, crying I texted my wonderful supportive brother and walked to my favorite pub to wallow for one drink. On my way a homeless man asked me for some change. I stopped, gave him a quarter and here is our story: 
Man with glass eye:  "Girl, you look fine. I KNOW you got ten dollars."
I laughed. "dude, I just got fired. You want my quarter or not?"
Him: "WHAT? Who would fire you? That ain't right. What you doin now?"
Me: "I'm going to drink."
Him: "You can't do that. You can't drink alone. That ain't right. You'll get depressed. You need someone to listen to. Take me witch you."
Me: "No."
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "Cause you ain't got no money!"
Him: (Laughing) "You're alright. Ya know what? God bless you."
Me: "God bless you!!" See? There is that of God in everyone. I would like to acknowledge the risks of talking to strange homeless men, and how I don't generally make it a habit. There was high probability he could have barked at me, or been lewd, or chased me down the street. But in this situation, a little bit of kindness made both of our days.

What's my next step? Adventures in serving. And babysitting. And with a little luck- acting! :-)
Until next time kids