The Bridge - Homelessness to Hope is an amazing charity whom I volunteer with on a weekly basis. I take part in a drop in service, offering hot meals, drinks, warm clothes and basic essentials as well as social interaction to visitors. They also have a mentoring project which was established to support homeless and vulnerably-housed adults with multiple and complex needs. It aims to increase mentees’ confidence, reduce social isolation, improve mental and physical health and access practical help. I get the chance to meet individuals from all walks of life by taking part in this work, from fellow volunteers, to those who utilize the service provided. I truly commend The Bridge and all they do, and feel proud to be part of their worthy cause. This organisation relies solely on generous donations and fundraising to keep its doors and services open - hence why your sponsorship is so important.
I decided to take part in a fundraising event "The Big Sleep" to raise both money and awareness of what many cities' homeless go through every night. Below is a small snippet of my experience sleeping outdoors.
As I tucked myself into my sleeping bag, brutally aware of the cold on my face, I mentally prepared myself for the long night ahead. My body ached from the hard floor. Even with a mat I felt stiff and sore. I was lucky enough to have been lent several thermal layers of clothing from friends, and there is no doubt that this played a massive part in cushioning my experience.
The noise of the group taking part in The Big Sleep died down around midnight. There was just the sound of traffic in the distance and the whistle of the wind. Loneliness crept over me, even though I knew I was fortunate enough not to be alone.
Every hour or so I awoke, a little startled at my whereabouts. I poked my head out of my sleeping bag, checked on Laura, a fellow volunteer beside me, before settling back in. I did a countdown for every hour that passed, telling myself “I am over half way”...”nearly there”...”not long left”. The temperature reached -4 at its lowest.
Around 2:15 am, I realised my sleeping bag and pillow were wet. I was confused. Had it rained? I made an attempt to pull the waterproof cover I had packed over both myself and Laura. The security guard saw me struggling, and came to help. I was muttering how I hadn’t realised we were expecting rain. He responded “This is not rain love, it’s a sheet of ice”.
The support I received for one night from my family, friends and work colleagues was bittersweet. Absolutely great for me, however, also sad. I felt sad thinking of those who don’t have any or very limited support in their day to day struggle to keep warm and fed, and ultimately stay alive, especially during the blisteringly cold weather we have been faced with the last few months.
The Big Sleep has been a truly eye opening experience and one that will stay with me for my lifetime. Not only has this encounter made me more grateful for a roof over my head, but also for the fact I never struggle to make ends meet in terms of a hot meal or drink. I have a strong support system in those closest to me, who I can rely on to bail me out if times get tough. This is a blessing, and a reminder, that so many are not as fortunate.
There is still time to donate and if you decide to do so, please quote Emily Price – The Big Sleep Out in the comment box.