Post by rook on Dec 29, 2011 20:54:59 GMT -5
Wanting to keep this ball rolling, I was thinking that we could post our most recent experiences/activities. They may seem rather mundane to us, but it forms a sort of support for each other.
I don't "patrol" like many other RLSHs, in that I'm frequently out on various errands and such, so I'm always "on patrol." I keep a duffel bag of water bottles, all adorned with the Rook symbol for whenever I pass someone who needs it.
Usually, this is someone who lacks a home.
Not terribly long ago, I ran across a gentleman who was napping beneath the trees in front of an apartment complex on the side of one of the busier streets in my "beat." He seemed to have all of his belongings piled around him...wearing several layers of clothes and a few blankets piled beneath his head.
Despite being the Sonoran Desert, it's pretty chilly this time of year, particularly in the evening (I know, those of you in more northern climates are cursing me right now for calling 50 degrees "chilly," but we're wimps down here).
I pulled into the parking lot behind him and placed two water bottles near his sleeping head. Looking him over, I realized that all he had was a pile of blankets.
My wife and I were avid campers prior to my cancer treatment. We may yet be again once this last surgery is behind us, but for now, our camping equipment was collecting dust. I bolted home, dug out my Coleman sleeping bag...the one rated for the coldest weather (this is because in my family *i* am the wimp, so I have the warmest bag).
He was still sleeping when I found him again, though he had rolled over. Placing the sleeping bag at his feet, I crept away.
I wonder what he'll think when he wakes up.
I don't "patrol" like many other RLSHs, in that I'm frequently out on various errands and such, so I'm always "on patrol." I keep a duffel bag of water bottles, all adorned with the Rook symbol for whenever I pass someone who needs it.
Usually, this is someone who lacks a home.
Not terribly long ago, I ran across a gentleman who was napping beneath the trees in front of an apartment complex on the side of one of the busier streets in my "beat." He seemed to have all of his belongings piled around him...wearing several layers of clothes and a few blankets piled beneath his head.
Despite being the Sonoran Desert, it's pretty chilly this time of year, particularly in the evening (I know, those of you in more northern climates are cursing me right now for calling 50 degrees "chilly," but we're wimps down here).
I pulled into the parking lot behind him and placed two water bottles near his sleeping head. Looking him over, I realized that all he had was a pile of blankets.
My wife and I were avid campers prior to my cancer treatment. We may yet be again once this last surgery is behind us, but for now, our camping equipment was collecting dust. I bolted home, dug out my Coleman sleeping bag...the one rated for the coldest weather (this is because in my family *i* am the wimp, so I have the warmest bag).
He was still sleeping when I found him again, though he had rolled over. Placing the sleeping bag at his feet, I crept away.
I wonder what he'll think when he wakes up.