After the ceremony, I introduced myself to many of our guests who were without homes. Their stories were my story with the exception of one difference; a lost job, untreated depression, different circumstances led them to where they were currently. With the exception of one family, I wrote my name down for each person. They did not want my card, just my name and a picture of my face with theirs, caught on their i-phones and instantly uploaded to Facebook. They wanted to save the memory. To say to their friends and family this is another person who knows my name, who sees that I exist. It was an odd scene. A line of people who wanted to take my picture with their own or holding their children. Somehow in the course of an hour, because I cared and listened and hugged and held hands, they wanted to capture my essence through a photo of my face. When I took their pictures to remember them until the next time we would meet, many unabashedly began to cry.
The power of capturing faces in time. The power of a photograph that evokes a memory holds great power. Show anyone that you care by taking their photo so that they will not be forgotten.
I learned a great lesson last night. Learn names and use them over and over. Truly see people who are never seen. Touch those who do not feel a touch over the course of a day and listen for as long as you can. Every human being is worthy of these kindnesses.