I cried on my way to work this morning. I walked past the homeless man I walk past every morning, the one that I smile and say 'morning' to, who smiles and says hello back. This morning his face was so sad and scared that I felt so overwhelmed with sadness and powerless to do anything meaningful that I cried.
I had a fantasy where I ask him to come with me and take him to the swimming baths to pay for a swim so that he can take a shower. He asks me what I'm doing and I explain and add...'unless you actually want to swim?', he replies that he doesn't know how and offer to teach him...
From then on we go swimming every Friday morning and talk about his life whilst I teach him how to swim and eventually swim lengths whilst talking. Afterwards we go for breakfast.
I wish I could be like. I now donate £6 a month to Crisis.
