Friday, January 24, 2014

What I've learned from my homeless friends

I have been honored and blessed to have the opportunity to meet people from all across the world (mostly Europe) while in London the last year. However, I don’t think you always need to go that far to be inspired – the people you might learn the most from might be right at your door stoop, literally. The two people I believe to have influenced me the most (or at least a great deal) while on this journey have been Bingo and Joanne, two of my friends in London (who just happen to be homeless).

In Texas, it seems that we just roll up our windows at the intersection where people are begging for money. We do not get that personal, human-to-human, interaction that you do in a walking city (a London, NYC, etc). Which can really be quite a shame - because these two individuals have given me a slightly new perspective on life that I will take with me forever. I would like to share five of the lessons:

(1) A warm smile and a fist pump go a long way. People living in London are not exactly known to be the most open and friendly people (but then again, isn’t that most big cities?). I can go my entire commute without a look, let alone a smile. I am merely something in the way from other people who are “oh so important” who are trying to get from point A to point B. Once I befriended Bingo, I had someone who always greeted me with a genuine smile and a fist pump – even on my worst day. That small gesture sometimes made me feel just a little bit better when the rain and cold were getting the best of me.

(2)  Bad things happen to good people. I was lucky enough to hear Joanne’s story. Her story could have happened to me, you, or anyone. Be grateful for what you have because you might not have it one day – And don’t pass any judgment, because tomorrow? You might find yourself in the same situation. Joana has the kindest of hearts and has almost been a Mom-away-from home for me in many aspects. She never asks me for a cigarette or an alcoholic beverage – when I beg her to let me buy her something? Yea, she asks for a prawn salad. Because it’s hard to get healthy food on a budget. Take the time and listen.

(3) It is all about how you look at things.  Actually, in this case, literally. I could not get contacts to the UK for awhile (damn customs, etc). I had to wear my glasses (kill my ego now). Bingo patiently listened to my update every day on the contacts-saga. One day, when he asked about my day, I complained to him about how “frustrating the optometrist reception was” and “how customs stinks” and I’m wearing GLASSES again. I asked Bingo how he was and he said “I am blessed”. Well damn. Here I am complaining about glasses to a homeless man when I am about to walk into my warm hotel room on a rainy day, and he is the one who is blessed? Hm.

(4)  Give back. Joanne volunteers with a passion. She volunteers at her church and she sang in a Christmas Choir group. She has every right to say “life threw me lemons” and not want to help people when others don’t always help her. But not Jo. She GIVES to those less fortunate. There is always going to be someone better off than you – and always someone less fortunate. If my friend Jo can give back, there is no reason the rest of us can’t.

(5) Friendship is really just a listening ear. Both Joanne and Bingo have been a listening ear and a warm consistent friend. They take the time to ask me daily about life/work/relationships/etc. It isn’t always about who you go to the bars with – it is about who is there for you when you just want to chat. Real friendship is that genuine interest in someone else’s life – which I can only hope that I bring to my other friendships and make my friends feel as special as they make me feel daily.




Sunday, January 12, 2014

Just in time to see the bus fly by....

One thing that is different about London is my use of public transit. Good days start off with getting to the tube platform right as it pulls up. (If I get a seat... Well, might as well buy a lottery ticket that day)

Nothing hurts worse than looking at the bus tracker and seeing your bus "due" or "1 minute", sprinting to the stop, and - right before you get there - watching the bus fly by. (I never experienced "walking to my parking spot to see my car fly by... Thankfully, because that probably means it was just stolen)

The only thing that comforts me is that I notoriously sing the Saved By The Bell theme song (in my head, I'm not like that weird homeless man) and I feel strangely better. Shout out to Zach Morris and the early 90s. 

... Now that I think about it, it's strange that they never made a "Saved by the bell: the middle-class working years" There could be a potential future for that?


Livin' the high life

... The title? Yea, that's a pun. Because I'm about to write a post about both flying and living in style. (Just wanted to make sure no one missed it)

Today is the day I finally made it. I was upgraded for the first time on British Airways to first class. (Oh yea! Revenge of the colonies <--- I'm slightly embarrassed that I just wrote that)

What does this means? On British, it means you have your own little cubical in the very front of the plane (pictures below). I had to retain my innerchild from jumping up and down in my area.


I don't know why I thought only famous (or really rich people) would be my companions. Turns out, I found myself in the company of 100% males, of which I was the youngest by about 20 years. 

This means that (1) I got strange looks from people - or maybe I was just selfconscious (2) I was the only one that got the "female" style pack. I think it was the only one with a brush instead of a comb. But then again, most of these men could hardly use a comb (3) I had very little sleep. Probably due to the amount of snoring old men - seriously it's like the snoreberian orchestra. And not in a good way.

I tried to fit in and feel like I deserve first class, but that potential was lost by my teenage selfie that I had to take for proof


The flight attendant was rather concerned about feeding me. As he mentioned everytime (and allowed me to have multiple desserts - oops). I must have forgotten to order a vegetarian meal, since there is normally and option. But not in first class! Sigh. Well, maybe there was, but I had no idea how to read this menu. So many strange words! (Does your vocabulary have to increase to fly first?)


The flight attendant who proclaimed that he "didn't want to send me home hungry or my mom will wonder what those people on British airways are feeding me" took a meal from business class for me. (Damn straight! Pulling rank on my first day?!?) 

We were also all served these weird little starters. It tasted of... Well... Not much to be honest. But it looked cool. 


Oh, and they make your bed. Which means laying down a pad and giving you a warm comforter. Not too shabby. I woke up to a strange hair tie on my table. The attendant explained to me that he assumed it was mine "since I'm the girl". Hmmm. No - But I do wonder who else's it could have been? 



In conclusion. Prince Harry was not on my flight. But turns out he's officially taken now anyways (hey, a girl can still dream right?