Destination Unknown


When I was riding the bus home yesterday, a young man, who couldn’t have been too much older than my son, curled up in a fetal position at my feet. He moaned as he rocked back and forth on his haunches. I watched him for a little while at a loss for what to do –and whether or not I should do anything.

Would he resent my intrusion?

Would it be safe for me to talk to him? (Once, not too long ago a homeless person, likely suffering from schizophrenia, lashed out at me and dogged my steps downtown. It scared me.)

Should I offer him my seat? Would that make the person next to me nervous or uncomfortable?

Eventually, when another passenger left, the young man crawled into a nearby seat  and continued rocking. He moaned, “I’m so scared…I feel so dizzy…”

What if that were my son? What if that were me? Frightened, unwell, alone and shunned by the people around me?

So, I reached out and touched his arm. I asked, “Are you ok?” He muttered something incomprehensible. I lowered my head so I’d be at eye level with him and asked, “Do you need help?” His eyes connected with mine and he smiled. It was a feeble effort. He told me he had been sleeping on the streets and wasn’t feeling well. He had been to Harborview, but it was going to take three hours for a doctor to see him and he had to go get his backpack. I offered to call someone for him, a doctor or an ambulance. He declined, politely enough, because he had to get that backpack.

As he spoke, I observed his filthy clothes, the tattoo of a leaf on his hand, the horizontal scars criss-crossing his arms, and the scabs on his face. I could tell his skin was clammy. But, I also saw his beautiful hazel eyes and sad little smile.

I told him where the bus was headed and roughly where a hospital with an emergency room was. And then I got off the bus.

As much as I wanted to help him, I couldn’t offer to drive him somewhere myself. It wouldn’t be safe. I was by myself and am nervous in the company of most unfamiliar men. What’s more, I’m sure he was suffering from withdrawals. I have had experiences with junkies and their inability to resist the lure of easy cash. My purse might have been one temptation too much.

Am I a coward? Perhaps.

I have never felt so useless in my life. That poor child. I’m sure one could lay blame at his feet for one thing or another. But he was a lonely, frightened soul, in the grip of something terrible without any support to lean on. I wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone.


The 45th Street Homeless Youth Clinic serves youth and young adults (ages 12-23) who are currently homeless or have been homeless at some point in the last 12 months. Services available include: medical care, acupuncture, mental health counseling, drug and alcohol counseling, HIV counseling, dental care (some Thursdays), yoga classes, naturopathy, meditation, massage, health education, social service referrals and outreach. Setting up an appointment by phone is recommended, but walk-in appointments are taken when space is available.

  • Call: (206) 633-7650
  • Location: 1629 N 45th Street, Seattle, WA 98103
  • Hours: Wed & Thurs 6:00pm-9:00pm
  • Website: 45th Street Clinic

The Country Doctor Youth Clinic serves homeless youth in Seattle. Services include medical examination, STD counseling, massage therapy, and acupuncture.

The Kaiser Clinic at Orion provides health care to unstably housed young adults aged 12-24. Services include primary care, labs, specialist referrals, mental health referrals, health education, and family planning services. Health care is provided by Kaiser Permanente staff. Walk-ins can come during lunch at the Orion Center starting at 12:30pm, or you can call to make an appointment.

  • Call: 206-622-5555
  • Location: YouthCare’s Orion Center
  • Hours: Friday from 1:00pm-5:00pm
  • Website: Orion’s Services

In the Depths

15.366 - Pair of Nobodies

It’s nice seeing all the posts from people offering to provide support and a listening ear to anyone suffering from depression; however, as someone who has been in the pits of despair many times over my life–and as someone who has family members who suffer from depression and suicidal thinking, I can assure you that trying to peer out beyond your own isolation at such times seems impossible. If you really care to help someone who is suffering from depression or anxiety, YOU can’t be passive. YOU have to do the reaching out. Check in on your friends and family members regularly.

For Better

Balancing Act

Since my divorce, I have accomplished the following:

1. Took the car to the mechanic for repairs.
2. Made purchases of large items without having to check with someone first (new bed, couch, car)
3. Planned and went on trips.
4. Gone hiking on my own
5. Restored my credit (from abysmal to 760 or so)
6. Did my taxes
7. Not felt compelled to apologize nearly as often
8. Rode alone in a taxi, Uber or Lyft (still makes me nervous)
9. Learned to dance (thanks, Kevin!)
10. Underwent surgery without having someone to pick me up from the medical center.
11. Drove myself to emergency room.
12. Learned to ask friends for help (see 10 and 11). When I was married, if my husband wouldn’t help with something, I just figured no help would be available and didn’t ask anyone else.
13. Made my own schedule.
14. Established clear boundaries about what behavior and demands I’ll deal with / respond to.
15. Pruned the list of people who are allowed to intrude on my time, space and feelings.
16. Rarely felt the need to make excuses for another person. Sometimes, my kids act out, but not nearly as often.
17. Attempted to make friends with males (didn’t have any during my marriage) without allowing the relationship to be anything more than that.
18. Dated.
19. Experienced a bit of night life with my friends
20. Bought and eaten Goldfish crackers — my ex wasn’t around to tell me they’d make me fat
21. Kept running, even though my ex used to laugh at how slow I was and said how I was doing it wasn’t “real” exercise – despite the fact that my lungs and heart clearly were working better and more efficiently.

Divorce isn’t all bad. It can be a catalyst for positive change.