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View of the path corner where Anna and Jessie fly

The well-worn path at the corner where many people have begged for help - or as they call it "fly their signs".

Some of the women who beg on the street are homeless and some are not. Some are drug addicts but most are not. All of them are living in poverty.  


 

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Those who beg - or fly their signs - share the corners and take turns. Each person gets 30 minutes to fly their sign. Most of the time they help and support each other. Here Anna is helping her friend make a new sign.


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Jessie flying her sign on a cold day.


 

Anna flying in the rain

Anna flying in the rain.

Anna has to beg enough money each month to buy her medicines. She helps pay the bills for her son and granddaughter to have a place to live. She appreciates food and other material aids, but the pharmacy, utility companies and the landlord do not take payment in food. We often hear that you should not give money to the street people, but sometimes only cash will do when you have bills to pay.


 

The hill above the flying corner.

This is the hill above the corner. 

They try to keep the hill and corner clean and tidy, and get upset when other flyers come along and leave trash and make a mess.


Getting A Hand Out

Getting a handout. You have to be quick at the traffic lights.

In our city, we have a panhandler law that requires you to register and get a free identification card that you have to wear when you beg on the street, and there are rules you have to follow. The police will give you a ticket if you don't display your panhandler ID. You also get a ticket if they catch you flying in the medians or impeding traffic. We have been told that this rule applies to panhandlers, but not to fundraisers (the fundraisers do have to display a city id though). 


 

Karon begging on the corner.

Karon begging on the corner.

Some corners are better than others for begging. 


 

Handicapped street person, Susan

Susan begging on the street in her motorized chair.

Sometimes the need is obvious. Pastor Wes says the deeper need is for another human being to come along side of the street people and be a friend. For many regular folks, it is amazing when you stop and talk with the flyers and find that they all have a story, and many are educated and articulate.


Pam at work, flying.

Pam has tried everything to get off the street.

A local TV station interviewed her, and as a result she went down to the Urban Ministry (www.greensborourbanministry.org) office and started job training. We hope she will be able to find a job because she comes from a good factory worker background and really wants to have a life off the streets.

Sometimes the agencies can be a great help. We are trying to understand why street people don't go there or to other assistance agencies. So far, the responses we get include that some don't know about it, some don't trust it, some have tried it and don't like the conditions, some don't think they would get any help, some have already exhausted their help, and some just can't stick with the process long enough to get the help. We are looking into how true these thngs might be.


Alone on the corner they fly their signs...


We cannot let the challenges of this life cause us to shrink back into fear or addiction or worse - to paralyze us. We must rise to the challenge. Use it as an opportunity to stretch ourselves to places we didn’t think we could go before, to learn, to grow, and to trust. 
—Stephanie

My Way Home

 

The light shines but I can’t see it.

Darkness is all around me.

Please send someone to bring the light close

That I might find my way home.

—Stephanie
 

The Path

Where did you ever want to go?
Did you have dreams, do you know?
Back and forth this well-worn trail
The way is clear, you cannot fail 
You reach each end and then turn back
Your life defined upon this track 
Marching with your cardboard sign
Your drummer beats a different line 
Each day you walk to earn your fare
Along this path to nowhere.
—Mack
 
Flying
I fly
I fly my sign
I fly it in the rain, the cold, the snow, and heat
Alone on the corner, I stand with my sign
the one I fly 
I hide
I hide my true self
The pain, the grief, despair, humiliation
Those things I feel - behind my sign
the one I fly 
I die
I die each day
Death steals my dreams, my hopes, my future 
My life 
I mourn behind my sign 
I lie
I lie on my sign
Food, money, work, anything helps
My needs go far beyond
What I write on my sign 
See past my sign
See past it to the one who stands behind
Read the truth not written 
Lonely, forsaken, desperate, afraid, lost, destitute, abandoned, empty -  
Help
I fly
I fly my sign
I fly it in the rain, the cold, the snow, and heat
Alone on the corner,
I stand with my sign 
the one I fly
—Stephanie

 

The Door
There is something out there
It has to be for me
I keep waiting, looking for it
Am I too blind to see?
I think of what it looks like
and what it means to me
I stand before the door and knock
I need to find the key.
I thought I had the key one time
It opened up the door
And when I stepped inside the room
I found it had no floor
The windows there were much too high
I could not see outside
On every wall were doors and doors
There was no place to hide
I tried my key in every lock
All opened save but one
And this must be the door I want
The one that must be done
Sometimes I think to wonder
If I’ve always had the key
But once the door was open
It made no sense to me
So I keep going door to door
To visit, not to stay
Until that door will fit my key
I lock my life away
 
Mack