Not so long ago a friend of mine,Tomas told me about a homeless guy he’d tried to help,
“I gave him an egg sandwich and he looked up at me and said – ‘I don’t like egg’ can you believe it, chris? He was homeless and I gave I’m a sandwich and he said, ‘I don’t like egg’?”
Anyway, it’s 2 weeks today when I wander off into the sunset, so I decided to set about phoning some folk.
I’d found a number on the Internet that claimed to be a direct line to the Muslim council for Scotland. It was a mobile number so I was a little unsure. This was the first person I’d phoned about my little journey so I was a little nervous – I was mentally playing eminem’s ‘lose yourself’ – thinking about my one shot…..
Yes I’m a drama queen.
Even though I’d written things down to make sure I didn’t babble incoherently, I babbled incoherently.
I was met with calm and understanding.
Mazhar – the calm and patient guy – thought my little adventure was really interesting and he told me he’d circulate all my Internet stuff among the members of the council – what a fantastic start.
A few phonecalls later I got to the church of Scotland. I told my story.
“you want fundraising,”
“no I don’t, I…”
“er sorry, I don’t want you, could you put me back to reception?”
“I didn’t want fundraising,”
“I’ve spoken to my boss and he tells me you need to speak with Crossreach – they deal with all that homeless and mental health sort of thing…”
“but I’m not homeless – er l want to walk with people from the church….”
“no, these people will help you….”
Essentially, Crossreach is a care agency attached to the church.
“I’ll put you through to the head of mental health…”
“but I don’t want to speak with…”
I don’t like egg!
Technically, I do like egg – but help is only help if you want it or need it.
To summarise – if you see me walking about, I’m more than happy to eat an egg sandwich…
Walk a mile