Last week I met a 16 year old girl who is homeless. She actually moves from squat to squat, depending on where the police haven’t raided. After taking her out for ice cream and meeting her again a few days later, I began puzzle together pieces of her story as to how she ended up in her situation.
Her mother is a prostitute. Her father is unknown. She has 4 brothers, all from different fathers, who have been adopted out to new families. Because of protection laws, she is not able to be in contact with them… she actually has no idea where they are or what their new names are. When I asked her why she wasn’t also adopted, she simple says that she “fell through the middle” which in English could be adapted to falling through the cracks…
Her story goes on and gets more heartbreaking by the word, but she is incredibly strong for a young girl. She is warm and open, which is surprising due to her circumstances.
Last night her and another homeless friend, ‘A‘, (which is another long story) stopped over to say hi, shower, and change clothes. While ‘A‘ was showering it gave me the opportunity to talk with her a bit more. I asked her some questions about her mother, as I know many of the prostitutes in the area from volunteering with them when I first arrived in Tel Aviv. Turns out I know her mother! Not only do I know her, but I really know her well….
…it was a surreal moment for both of us.
“It’s a small world.” she said.
Indeed, it is.
I am still pondering this entire situation… it’s a bit mind blowing.
The mother… a broken woman, prostituting herself and her children.
The daughter… a homeless teenager because of her mothers actions.
Me… trying to figure out how I can help this girl deal with the deck of cards life has given her.
Before they left we sit down and pray. We pray for their safety on the streets, for them to resist the temptations they face with drugs and getting into trouble, for her mother, for her brothers, and for all of us. As she leaves my apartment, she gives me a big hug and smile and says “thank you for everything, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
People come into our lives for a reason, some more than others. Of this one thing I’m sure… there is a wonderful reason why she stepped into mine… and I into hers.
I pray its a heavenly one…