This blog is my public diary of experiences that I've had as I become increasingly involved in the area of Kensington, Pa. I am including experiences that I am having as I sit down, one on one, with homeless people who are dealing with Substance Use Disorder.
All Names have been changed and, occasionally, I share a story using the opposite pronoun (he/she him/her), as an additional way to assure privacy.
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As I come to know these fine people, they share with me more of their personal and sensitive stories. Their collective story is what I am trying to share with you as my way of breaking the stereotypical beliefs that exist. "Blog names" have occasionally been given to me by the person whose story I am telling. Names are never their actual names and wherever I can do so, I might use the opposite pronoun (his/her, etc.) just to help increase their privacy.
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With so many aspects of this current pandemic to deal with, there's one
way that private insurance detox/rehab facilities can help with the homeless
and Medicaid reliant people who are dealing with Substance Use Disorder and
addiction on the streets throughout our nation.
There are plenty of beds available.There are a surprising number of homeless folks who would go to detox if
they knew they would not have to wait double-digit hours for service.This wait time is often the deal-breaker in
seeking medical care for their Substance Use Disorder.
The payments for service offered by the Medicaid system prevent private
insurance facilities from offering services to this population of people who
are equally deserving of being healed.
Can something be worked out with these private insurance facilities to
encourage/compel them to provide services?In so doing:
Men and women who are extra vulnerable to contracting coronavirus may
be navigated away from that danger.
Stress will be taken off of the system that is trying to find basic
housing for them.
Detoxification and healing may actually be found for people who would
otherwise continue suffering.
Children may actually get their Mom or Dad back rather than going to
their funeral and asking: "Why is
my Mommy/Daddy sleeping in that box?" - a painful thing to witness.
Anything that can be done across our nation would be helpful in this
regard.
Thanks for reading this.
Sincerely,
Chris
PS: Stay safe!
(The preceding is a generalized version of a letter that I have recently sent to a Pennsylvania Senator.)
If you agree with this concept, please share it with your social media groups and local/regional representatives. Thank you.
I started creating "Song Sheets" for distribution to the
wonderful people currently living on the streets of Kensington, in June of
2018. I chose songs that addressed
through contemporary Christian wording and music answers to thoughts and
agonies shared by these people as they opened their lives to me.
It's not unusual to hear someone say that they save all of these sheets
or that they don't need water or a banana[1]
but do want the most recent song sheet.These
moments always make me smile…
There's another aspect of these sheets that seems to be
appreciated.By sharing lyrics based on
God's Word and doing so through a song, people who might not be otherwise open
to the message of Christ are a bit more likely to be open.[2],[3]
With all that's going on in our world right now, people are asking
questions regarding the current situation and wondering what's next.
I don't pretend to have any insider information that isn't available to
anyone else. Earlier this morning, I
found this song[4]
with its lyrics that jumped out and begged to be read, pondered, prayed about and
considered for action.
No more traffic in the streets
All the builders' tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the courtroom no debate
Work on earth is all suspended[5]
As the King comes through the gate
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpets sounding
And now His face I see
O the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God, He's coming for me
Happy faces line the
hallways[6]
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended[7]
Those from prison He has freed[8]
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand stand all aglow
Who were crippled, broken, ruined[9]
Clad in garments white as snow[10]
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpets sounding
And now His face I see
O the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God, He's coming for me
I can hear the
chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstand's all in place
Heaven's choir now assembled
Start to sing "Amazing Grace"
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpets sounding
And now His face I see
O the King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God, He's coming for me
I'm not sitting here writing a blatant nor subliminal
'end times' blog.My song sheets are
presented to and shared with the readers as something to consider and to act on
according to what they're sensing deep within their soul.I invite you to do the same…
[2]
One man who I Narcaned before I knew him has gone from saying "No. I don't
want your damn song sheet." to "I'll take your damn song sheet."
to "Can I have one of your song sheets?"J
[3]
There's one side story that I've got to share with you.Maybe a year ago, I was talking to a man on
the street who I've come to know a bit.He's very much part of the rough and tough crowd.I asked him if he'd like a song sheet and he
very firmly said"No. I don't need
your song sheet."I immediately thought
to myself that this seemingly frightening, knife-carrying, and possible occasional drug
dealer is just not open to it.He continued…"Today is Sunday.I'm walking to my grandmother's house right now where
she and I will open up her old hymnal, sit at her piano and sing old-time hymns
together."That was the day that my
stereotypical image of such a Kensington resident developed
a crack.
[5] We
are closer to these first seven lines of this song as being an absolute fact as we
ever have been… We are not there - yet.
[6]
Hallways: Anyone who knows Kensington Avenue knows the resemblance that it has
to a long hallway in a large building.The stores are its walls and "the El" (elevated rail line) is
the ceiling.
[7]
Broken Homes: The number of 'broken home' stories on those streets is
staggering.It is often the details of
those stories that led the person to kill the associated pain through the use of 'pain killers.'
[8]
This is actually happening.People in
jail for non-violent crimes are being released so as to cut down on a captive
population exposed in this current pandemic.
[9]
Several people come to mind…The person
so severely bent over (presumably) with scoliosis, the little one who loves vanilla
ice cream and appears to be in her senior years and yet is hovering around 30
years of age, the men and women navigating those streets in wheelchairs after
losing a limb to the infections of the street, the now-adult children born
addicted who know no other form of life, those escorted/thrown out of emergency
rooms by medical people who, in so doing, violate their Hippocratic oath, and
more.
[10]
For those of us who know these people, specifically or in general, of whom I
speak in the above footnote, just imagine him or her "Clad in garments
white as snow."
If you could arrange for the following changes[1]
in how our society serves people who have Substance Use Disorder and are
homeless as a result, maybe, just maybe, these sites would not be as needed.
E
mergency rooms, crisis centers, walk-in clinics and drug stores that
offer patient care services need to treat Substance Use Disorder patients with
the same promptness, dignity, and respect that they do all other forms of
illness and injury.
The medical and nursing personnel in too many such places have
forgotten or misplaced their copy of the Hippocratic Oath upon which they swore or affirmed their careers.This oath does not allow for an exception to
any category of individuals.In those
situations where a health care worker cannot provide care to a patient due to some
personal/ethical belief, they are obligated to turn the care of that patient over
to an equivalent health care provider who can provide the care needed and as expected
by their common professional oath.
The current process for receiving detox and rehab requires Medicaid
reliant patients of Substance Use Disorder who seek help to wait double-digit
hours before receiving proper care.I've written about this situation in this blog.The end result in too many cases is that these people give up on that
day - and occasionally all together - in finding the help that they desired in that brief window of opportunity for healing.
U
ntil there are enough shelter beds and non-slumlord apartments within
which to house currently homeless patients of Substance Use Disorder, allowing
them to stay in their own tented communities saves lives.
As a condition for being in any one of these communities, it was agreed
upon by all residents that no one was to consume their medicine in solitude within any tent.The result was an amazingly low fatal overdose
rate.In a very real way, these tented
communities were in actual fact grassroots self-governed Safe Injection Sites.As such, thanks to the life-saving measures
provided by other members of these tented communities all manners of human
relationship with family and friends not living on the streets lived to see
another day.
C
leaning up a city block is something that we do with trash types of
debris.When society says we are going
to "clean up" the block of people dealing with Substance Use Disorder
and homelessness, we are equating them with unwanted debris.
A patient of Substance Use Disorder is equally human with that person
with ABC injury or XYZ illness.To treat
persons with Substance Use Disorder as anything less than human is to add
trauma to their preexisting list of traumas - the hearings of which would make any man cry.
These three examples are three among many that need to be and can be
addressed so as to create a culture of connection with these men and women.In so creating this culture of connection, we
can potentially eliminate much of the need for that Safe Injection Site[2]
that you fear in your neighborhood.
[2]
Also known as Overdose Prevention Sites (OPS) or dare I suggest it, using the
same initials and in the case of a saved Mom or Dad, these can be seen as
"Orphan Prevention Sites."