When Joey proposed the idea of starting the Help-A-Human movement, it was like a “you had me at hello” moment! I was curious how it would all work out. He truly felt like we could make a difference with a genuine and authentic effort for sharing. I truly believe that the essence of life comes from doing that which makes your heart richer rather than your wallet and I know that with this movement that essence can be accomplished, from both parties. We have now completed three months of Help-A-Human sharing and each month has proven to be more successful than the previous month. As Danielle had mentioned before, we started with 40 bags the first month, then 60, then 97. It is obvious that people are catching wind of what we are trying to accomplish and it’s amazing to see how quick people are willing to jump in to help. I will admit that the first month we did Help-A-Human sharing at the Margaret Hance Park was an eye opening experience for us all. We encountered a situation by a group of homeless people that quickly arose into something dangerous and potentially life threatening. Thankfully nobody was hurt both in our group and in theirs but what it did was help us realize was that in our minds this seemed kind of “easy” and rewarding. Yet, many of the homeless told us that dark side of being homeless and that it is no easy task. When we walked into that park all we saw was a park, and people and nothing more. To those who have spent a significant amount of time there saw it quite differently. Within that park is a network of cliques, social groups, and boundaries of intentions. There were some people in the park who were genuine altruists; who are willing to sacrifice their own benefit for the benefit of another. There were some who simply would mind their own business and keep to themselves straying from any outside influence or misguidance. And there were absolutely some who were out there with malicious intentions on others. The park is separated with invisible boundaries only known by those who inhabit the park. On one side of the bridge are one group of people with certain intentions and on the other side of the bridge you’ll find a group of people with a different polarity. They understand that boundary line, they follow it. We recently have become more aware of that boundary and tend to spend our time with the groups of people who are willing to accept our sharing and find that they are even willing to do the same. Through genuine conversation we create a bond, a connectivity that cannot be mistaken for anything other than mutual benefit of the soul. Most in the beginning were hesitant to receive our gift, and they were waiting for us to preach to them, or to try and change them because they say that they get that a lot. But they were refreshingly confused as to why a group of people would just want to come out and share stories, and some physical necessities. Over the past 4 months we have been fortunate enough to run into some people more than once at the park and we have realized that we are just as excited to see them as they are to see us! They all wear the Help-A-Human wristbands and it is great to see them using some of the gifts that we have given them!
Overall, my experience with this movement has had a subtly profound impact on my life. It has been something that I have said I have always wanted to do but never knew how or was too scared to start. Yet, now that we have begun I wouldn’t change it for the world. There is no “what’s in it for me” feelings for anyone who has been a part of it, because if you feel like that, please leave because we don’t have time for selfishness, only selflessness.
A letter from Rico
My name is Shaun Rico. I want to share something with you. Please accept this letter and this bag as a gesture of my genuine compassion and desire for authentic sharing and relationships. I have also enclosed an envelope with an address and a stamp. If you ever feel like writing back or sharing something with me, please do. Don’t let fear hold you back. Your words will not be used against your will, or in a book or on TV or anything. Just simple sharing between two simple people. Thank you. Enjoy
It is always difficult to accept the life you have chosen; especially if that life is not exactly what you have wished it to be. In a song by The Avett Brothers they sing, “one foot in one foot back, well it don’t pay to live like that”. I live like that. Wait… I used to live like that. And it’s is not necessarily that fact that I am addressing, rather it is that I have chosen that life. I have recognized that there are no outside forces whose main purpose on this planet is to give me that life against my will. It is not bad luck and it is not my “destiny” to have this life. That’s what I used to say. These were not the cards that I was dealt. I can have pocket aces if I want, but in the past I have chosen a low probability hand, but one that always had a “fighting chance”. Even though we all know that that “fighting chance” was virtually improssible.
I have set myself up to fail. I have chosen the path of least resistance but created the story that my path was thick as quicksand and so much tougher than everyone else’s. I have chosen all of this, every moment to this point in my life has been chosen by me and me only.
It hasn’t been until recently that I have chosen to accept this story. I’ve known this story was going on forever and I have never owned up to it. I have created a story to cover my story. Every time I was in a situation where I needed to cover myself I would create a new story and so on and so forth. My wall would grow taller by the day with bricks and bricks of stories. The stories came to me so quick and so clear they were as real as the Havasupai streams.
I hate money. I hate my relationship with money. I hate that I hate money. I that money IS the root of all evil. I hate that I feel like I’m the only one who hates money. I hate how I judge other people who love money. I hate how I feel higher than those who love money. I hate how I chose my financial situation. I hate that I have at times put myself in financial binds to prove a point that money doesn’t matter. I associate money with greed; I associate money with misdirection in dishonesty. Not all the time but a fair amount. I have chosen this. I do have a dream car, and I do have a dream house, I do have a ring that I want to buy. But it always comes down to money. And because I have such a negative relationship with money, I inadvertently have a negative relationship with those things associated with the aforementioned items. I have chosen this. It hasn’t been until now that I can acknowledge that I have chosen this lifestyle, that I have chosen this perception, that I have chosen my struggles.
Every day is an opportunity… an opportunity to create a possibility, and opportunity to create a life that I want and life that I love.
I want to create the possibility that I can chose my life, that I can chose my relationships. It is not easy. With that comes great responsibility. If I want greatness, I must be willing to adopt great problems. There is no right, there is no wrong. There is no timeline of where I should be at this point in my life. Today is almost over for me, and after today, my slate is wiped clean, tomorrow is empty and meaningless. Tomorrow’s emptiness gives me the possibility to fill it with everything that I choose. Tomorrow’s meaninglessness is a possibility to be unreasonable.
Everyone is just as scared of me as I am of them.
All I can be is real. Like for real real. Not like the pretend real.
To BE…..Rather than to appear.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for accepting my share. Thank you.