My first year in college I started a group called Students Against Hunger and Homelessness. (That’s right, S.A.H.H. A terrible acronym, I know. Or I know now anyway.)
I felt passionately about both causes – still do, in fact – and since there wasn’t much attention focused on them at the time I thought we might make a difference. Our first meeting drew maybe fifteen students, not very many considering the size of the student body but it was a start. We primarily worked to raise awareness in our insulated bubble of a university.
We hosted a camp out in the outdoor amphitheater in the hopes of shining a light on what it’s like to be without shelter for the night. Students brought sleeping bags, and I may have seen a flask (or ten), which is arguably more comfort than many people on the streets had. Even so, when it was 2:00am and a sleeping bag was the only thing between me and the cold, hard cement there was no denying the privilege of having a roof over my head.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.