Exodus: Movement of Our People!
Time for a little change in direction. Three of my latest posts have focused on the victimization of the homeless. The brutal murder of one of our men (Murdered While Homeless), the unfair and discriminatory ratio that lingers in Chicago regarding marijuana arrests (The Exception to The Rule!) and how Obama's birthday party affected many of our residents (Disillusioned Dreams and the President's Party)!
This story's focus is completely and utterly different. I get tired of a few of my neighbors love affair with calling our little stretch of pavement "blood alley", because if people actually stopped, observed and stood still for a moment, they'd see a very different reality; HOPE! As a reaction to this ongoing label, I've already written a wee piece on that called: Hope Alley: The Redemption of "blood" alley.
This story is also about that 4 letter word HOPE. Hope is something that never ceases to spring up in Clifton Avenue! Sometimes, it simply surrounds us causing incurable smiles to splatter the pavement of Hope Alley. This past week has been one of those blessed times...
Movement happened and movement is good!

In this past week, there was an exodus; we witnessed 12 successful movements of our people. There may have been more, some I personally didn't know about, but I DO know of 12. Such a number causes a smile to creep over my face. Such a number is contagious, as it motivates others. Such a number provides HOPE!
Now it's time to put on my mathematical brain and work on some numbers...


I am not going to get into the details of all their stories, that would take too long, but I want to leave us with these attached photos; they are simply and proudly holding their keys and leases, providing us with stories of remarkable hope and inspiration!


On Tuesday afternoon, the outreach worker and I sat in a little Uptown diner chatting with Chief. He told us stories, showed us his many horrific scars from knives, bullets and blunt objects, we lamented over lost homeless friends and his need to get off these bloody streets. It's only by God's grace, this man is still alive and we could sit and talk to this street survivor. Despite all his tales of woe and repeatedly being a victim of senseless violence, this man is incredibly grateful for each day God gives him. His positive outlook challenged any negative disposition I was feeling that day. A vital connection was made, movement started, hope has risen again, and one day, Chief will also have a safe place to call his own.
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