Since publishing Strangers at My Door six weeks ago, I’ve had the chance to tell stories of formerly homeless folks who’ve lived with us at Rutba House–women and men who’ve invited me into their world, become friends, and changed my way of seeing.
Whenever I tell these stories, someone asks what hospitality might mean for them.
Because we need one another. And we need public spaces where we can connect.
Today the good folks from StoryCorp sent me this short film of a story that says this better than I can. I love it that this is a story about a begger who met a passer by on the same road where we did civil disobedience earlier this year opposing a law that would have made this interaction impossible.