What A Day- The Better Bits.

And from a fairly interesting, if somewhat stressful start, (not good for my blood pressure which is why I wasn't feeling so great in the first place), things just got better.

Better in a sort of strange way. I mean the work on our second run last night was fairly tough, and somewhat unusual.

The tough parts....well being down the river at the Lost City and seeing sound asleep one of our girls who we had helped get off the street some months ago to give birth was back, sound asleep and next to her, her baby. Under a flyover, on the riverbank. Let them sleep and follow up was the decision.

One of our street friends at Bangkok Bank, wrapped up in a blanket and suffering from a flu and fever. Quick examination, normal flu symptoms, some medication and extra water and on to the next location.

Watching the water rise in the river at the Lost City and ensuring that some of the street folks were keeping watch to raise the alarm if it came too high.

Being asked to examine a chap at McDonalds Kota Raya who had just been in a fight with some Indian guys. He was bleeding slightly from his nose, cut lip, cut above his left eye, left eye swollen and bruised. Problem was he had been drinking and heavily.

He would not respond properly to allow me to 'repair' him.

An examination revealed no broken bones, breathing normal, pulse rate normal, no lacerations to vital areas.

 He resisted this examination and so I left some painkillers, iodine solution, bandages, plasters, and cotton wool to his friend to get him cleaned up when he woke properly. Nothing abnormal about his condition which looked worse than it actually was. Left him some clean shirts to put on after his friend cleaned him up in the morning.

Then there was the good stuff.

I got the micky taken out of me by some of our street friends at the Lost City for losing the plot earlier in the afternoon which Feexa found most amusing, bless her.

One of the guys at Bangkok Bank who had been unwell for a couple of weeks and who we treated for his flu symptoms was much improved and back to his normal self.

We got an amazing 130 packs of beautiful food from our volunteer Sharul from Bank Islam who had left his wedding reception to bring them down to us at 11.30pm. I can only image what  his 'abandoned' new wife must have thought hehehehehehehehehe!!
Seriously though, what compassion from Sharul. Respect.

And then there was the Masjid India incident.

We had delivered some boxes of clothes and the street guys were going through selecting what they needed. One of our 'ladyboys' who is on the street there stepped up and began selecting some gents shirts.

The guy then went to a box of ladies clothes, selected a blouse and handed it to our "ladyboy".

The conversation went something like this:
Ladyboy... " why you giving ladies clothes to me? For what?"
Guy... "cause thats what you wear right?"
Ladyboy... " who says so?"
Guy... " this is more suitable for you".
Ladyboy... "you wanna make fun of me?"
Guy... "just trying to help. Its pretty and your style".
Ladyboy... "so you wanna make fun of me. You dont make fun of me. Maybe your parents were same as me you know".
Guy... "huh?"
This was related to me by Feexa who observed this. I was off with the crew at the other end of Masjid India at the time. Feexa giggled a lot after this incident!

One of our homeless at Masjid India wrapped up in his blanket with his cat also wrapped up in his blanket sleeping side by side together.

Stopping at the Lost City to be met with one of our furry friends who runs up to me as soon as he sees me, every time, without fail. I get a meow, a bit of rubbing on my leg and a welcome that makes your eyes tear up.

Listening to Melvin's stories from Klang operations some that really crack me up.

Standing and watching our volunteers go about their work and knowing that every night our boys and girls are out there doing the same.

There is a camaraderie in Reach Out that goes beyond words or writing.

I had a note from Amin in Germany before I set out on our 2nd run last night. It said that it was Saturday and despite the time difference he knew we would be setting out for our run and that he missed us. He just wanted to say that he missed us.

No words, no writing can really explain properly the ups and downs of what we do.
But we do it. Again and again, and again, and again.

Because we can. Because we care. Because they need our help.

What a day!

What A Day- The Early Part!

I suppose that everything happens for a reason.

Ive given up trying to understand why and just accept that, well, that is how it is.

Yesterday is a good example of the highs and lows, the tests and balances of working with Reach Out.

I was not in the best frames of mind yesterday, (what do you mean that's normal for me)? I am normally quite sensible, (yeah ok its a 50/50 shout on that), but I try!

Ive been a bit under the weather recently and was in no real mood to be screwed about.

You see, I will never accept rudeness or nothing less than the truth. That's just who I am.

So when I get confronted with that I tend to do my 'Hulk' thing.

And so it came to pass that yesterday afternoon 'The Hulk' came out in full force.

We have had a particular 'difficulty' with one of our lady street folks before, trying to steal food, bitching and complaining about everything. She is well known amongst the street folks for her bad attitude.

So yesterday she receives her food from us as normal together with the other 200+ we served at Bus Stand Klang.

We decided to donate some clothes we recently got over the last two weeks and last Saturday and yesterday we arranged queues for ladies and gents, got the clothes out and began to distribute. Actually, what we do is have them queue up and then help them one by one select suitable garments from our clothes boxes.

This particular lady is first in the queue. She selects some items and then moves off. All is good. but then she comes back pushing others out of the way. So I stop her and ask her to rejoin the queue at the end of the line.

I then see her going to the side of the mens queue and snatching clothes from one of our elderly gents who is in the queue selecting his clothes. I snatch them back and then ban her from the line. She is told to go away and that we will not serve her.

She then accuses me of not providing food, which I refute as I personally served her about 30 minutes earlier. I am then subject to a torrent of filth, to which, as this is a Chinese lady, I respond to in some fairly street Cantonese I know, (one of the great things the Royal Hong Kong Police taught me)! I am then forced to follow her up and down the street to make sure she does not rejoin the queue and disturb those who have been queuing patiently.

Filth after filth is spewed from this womans mouth, I'm a "bastard', a "fucking uneducated Australian", (which amused me being Scottish), told to "fuck off bastard you don't belong here", a "fucking asshole European", to "get out of my country bastard you dont belong here", that my wife was a "filthy fucking whore", to name just a few of the lovely expressions thrown my way.

I must admit I raised my voice slightly ( well actually she got the full force of my flowery Scottish vocabulary, and of course the said Cantonese).

Amazingly enough I was approached by numerous of our street friends after this who thanked me for putting her in her place as they were fed up with her attitude.

You see, rudeness wont be tolerated. Lies wont be tolerated in the work that I do.

We are volunteers. We do this out of our care and our compassion.

Others may say well just walk away. I don't think so.

Why?

Because if one person is allowed to get away with that the whole fabric of what we do disintegrates and others will become the same as that lady. The trust is gone as others on the street will think that we don't care about order, commitment, care, fairness.

I hope that the lesson she learned yesterday will change her but I doubt it as she has done this so many times before.

What a start to an amazing day.

Amin Parvizi- Street Warrior

This is not the end of the story. Its just the story so far.
Amin told me a couple of weeks ago that he had applied for a visa to work in Germany after completing his studies here in Malaysia.
Last night (21st April), he advised that his visa had been approved and that he would be leaving Malaysia on Monday night to fly home to Iran, sort out a few issues, and then fly into his new life in Germany shortly after.
Why is this important?
Well to me it is because Amin is a true Reach Out Street Warrior.
He never missed a Saturday Midnight Run in three years. He came and helped out on other days as well.
Amin was part of the transition from Reach Org to Reach Out.
He participated in our revolution. He supported our revolution. He was part of our revolution.
On festivals such as Christmas and New Year when I was at the Al Wira alone for the Midnight Run, Amin came.
In fact last Christmas and New Year there was myself, Amin, two other Iranian friends, and a lady from Khazakstan as the team.
When he had things to do, he would still come down and meet us, have a smoke and a cup of teh tarik, deliver some packets of food, and then go do what he needed to.
We rode together first in my car, then in my companies Hilux (which Amin particularly liked as it had roof lights and a siren which we used to blast at rampits who used to annoy us on our rounds), and recently in our White Machine (the Reach Out van).
We have a common friend, Benson and Hedges cigarettes which we would share as we watched the world pass by. Amin never forgot to leave Pak Cik Jamal, one of our old street friends, two cigarettes on his pillow wherever he slept on the streets as Jamal liked a smoke when he woke up and had his food that we had delivered.
We chatted as we went round, on life, religion, politics, our homes, our lives, the street folks, and what needed to be done. We shared the same vision on many things.
Amin's first words of Bahasa Melayu were 'makan, makan'! Shortly thereafter came 'teh tarik dua'!
He made me laugh when things were tough, or just because he thought something was amusing.
I never saw him angry or frustrated and he showed a level of compassion to the street folks that amazed me. Time after time after time.

Those of us who had the privilege to work with him have benefited from his kindness, his care, his amazing ability to keep running even at 5am.

He is and will always be a true inspiration.

I will miss his companionship and his friendship on the streets with us.

Amin said to me just once the following..." if you want to ask God for something, do it whilst you are working in Reach Out. Do it while you are on the streets, because God sees you and knows you during this time".

That shows you who he really is.

We will meet again. We will work together again. Of that I am sure.

Amin we wish you a safe journey to your loved ones back in Iran.
We wish you a successful career and may God grant you everything you wish.
You will never be forgotten by those into whose life you came and by those poor and needy that you served with such care and kindness.

Thank you from all of us in Reach Out, and thank you my brother for showing the world that pure humanity does exist.

Why Why Tell Us Why?

I'm not a frantic blogger. Nor am I a regular blogger.
But sometimes when I have something to say I use this medium.
And I have something to say.
People might wonder why I blog about the Kechara folks. Well... cause it needs to be said.
In our Reach Out work we come across all sorts of things and when I see issues that go against what the real NGO's are trying to do, then, well, I'm sorry but it has to be said.
I had one of those WHAT THE HELL moments last night on our 2nd Sat Run, the one that starts after midnight.
For years we have been the only NGO going to a place we named "The Lost City".
You find it by going onto a path behind Bus Stand Klang, down a narrow alleyway and under a couple of flyovers.
It is not an easy place to find and is a 'safe haven' for many of the street folks as they are normally undisturbed by authorities.
It is an area where there are no cars. Only a small motorcylce track is there. It is on the riverside and is home to scores of homeless and poor and also cats and kittens.
And funnily enough yesterday it became home to a small python that was found and is being taken care of by one of our street friends.
It is a quiet place where folks sleep in the open, and cats and kittens, (and there are many) play and run around freely.
Imagine my surprise when we turn up at our normal time of about 1am to meet our friends, give some food and also feed the cats and kittens, to find a large gang from the Kechara Soup Kitchen there.
They have never been there before.
Ok so if you want to feed good, although I strongly disagree with the vegetarian food that you give out (and its questionable halal authenticity), and the fact that we know where the money that you raise for KSK actually goes (or most of it anyway), but WHY WHY TELL US WHY did you try and go there before us?
Why did you go there after all these years to a place where you have never gone?
Why try and compete in areas that you know are already served by Reach Out?
Why are you trying to compete?
How did you find out? Were you watching us or Reach Out on the TV and decided to try and take over an area where you can claim some sort of perverted glory?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE IN KECHARA?
Actually that is a rhetorical question cause we know.
But apart from this I want to know this...
WHAT WERE YOU DOING DRIVING A KANCIL INTO THAT AREA ALONG A MOTORCYCLE TRACK WHEN THERE ARE PEOPLE SLEEPING IN THE OPEN AND CATS AND KITTENS RUNNING AROUND?
One word...MORONS. Absolute total idiots and a danger to those on the street.
So now I suppose you will be advertising on your facebook and web site that you are feeding at the Lost City (or whatever name you will come up with).
For goodness sake, there are enough homeless and poor in many areas for you to go and feed and put yourself out as bloody hero's. There is no need to steal into areas already covered by other NGO's.
We don't. We respect those areas covered by other NGO's and stay out.
So, why why tell me why do you do this Kechara?
If you all want are hero's medals and more Datoships good luck to you but the world will know what you really are.
I will keep blogging about you and so will our crew.
I know.
We know and those on the streets know.

For Minime

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Anjung Singgah (or the Reach Out Centre as was its original name)- The Real Story.

In April, 2010, Reach Out was promised a building in which to establish a 'one stop solution' facility for the eradication of poverty in Kuala Lumpur.
This was promised by Dato Seri Sharizat during her street food run organised by Reach Out for her to see the reality of life on the streets. It was also on film as TV3 (who came with Dato Seri) caught the promise.
This was as the reuslt of Reach Out submitting a Strategy Paper on Eradication of Poverty to Dato Seri's ministry some time earlier.
Yayasan Kebajikan Negara (YKN), were directed by Dato Seri Sharizat, the Minister for Women, Children and Community Development to find a suitable building.
Reach Out worked with YKN, located an agreeable facility situated at No. 28-32 Jalan Hang Leku, Kuala Lumpur, and proceeded with the design of the facility.
In addition Reach Out submitted a full revised strategy paper to the Ministry in support of the establishment of the building which was accepted in totality.
Regrettably, at a Ministry meeting some months later it was announced by YKN that they would operate the building themselves calling it their One Stop Intervention Centre.
Reach Out's strategy and design, floor plans, asset lists and SOP's were presented by YKN as their own at this meeting. No mention of Reach Out.
Reach Out then withdrew from all further communication with Government on the issue of urban and rural poverty.
The building was opened officially in early December 2010 and to date has not operated fully.
On the 25th January, 2011, I and other Reach Committee members, accompanied by Ms. Patricia Lum of the MCLA, were invited to an urgent meeting of the YKN Board at the building in Jln Hang Leku. We attended and met with the committee and Board of YKN, with the meeting being chaired by the Head of the Board Toh Puan Sri Wan Hibatul Hidayah binti Wan Ismail who we last met in April 2010 when Toh Puan and Dato Seri Sharizat came on the streets with us for a food run.
The meeting was very cordial and it was announced that YKN wished to appoint Reach Out as their partner in the operation of this building.
Reach Out would be given complete management discretion and control over the running of the building with YKN paying for the rental, utilities, upkeep and maintenance of the facility.
Reach Out will be able to implement its agreed strategy for the eradication of poverty which includes not only food provision at the facility, but the deployment of DBKL, Labour, Welfare, a Doctors clinic, counselling facilities and also temporary accommodation for both male and female persons in need.
The strategy outlined by Reach Out is to have a three day turnround of those given accommodation with the emphasis on the Government agencies to provide housing/work/welfare within that period to ensure we reintegrate those in need within that three day period.
It was clear that YKN had no idea how to implement the strategy they had stolen from us.
Upon agreement of all of Reach Out's issues raised at the meeting and after inspection of the premises where we found the renovation to be in line with Reach Out's earlier plans, I agreed, subject to ratification by the Board of Reach Out, to accept the independent management of this facility with YKN being the landlord.
I did this despite the earlier betrayal, as I believed in our Reach Out strategy to eradicate poverty with this facility being crucial at the time to this.
This would have been a first for Malaysia and provide the model for centres such as this to be developed in other states which will lead to a strong and effective safety net for the eradication of poverty.
In March 2011 we met to discuss the MOU. Present were Kementrian Pembangunan Wanita, Keluarga Dan Masyarakat officials and also YKN officials.
After this meeting and the presentation of our MOU, YKN then presented their own MOU which included none of the items from Reach Out's document. No mention of any facilities to eradicate poverty only that the facility would house a few folks, feed them, and then they could go back onto the street.
I rejected their MOU as it was told to me that it was not negotiable, and we withdrew from this project permanently.
So they betrayed us by taking out ideas and presenting them as their own, and then realising they couldn't in fact run it, they came back.
We stepped up again for the interest of our street friends and again we were betrayed.
That's what happened. I have all of the documents, minutes, designs, letters, SOP's, email correspondence to prove what happened.
So has the Kementrain/YKN Anjung Singgah facility worked?
How many have been taken off the streets and reintegrated?
Why are there still so many on the streets?
Why are we receiving continual reports of abuses in the facility?
You kind folks decide.

Detachment- Its Not Inhumanity.

There is a syndrome, (would you believe that it was identified in Sweden, where all these syndromes seem to be identified), which is called Volunteer Syndrome.
Apparently it works like this....

People who are involved in voluntary work eventually succumb at some time during their work to various feelings:- depression, resentment, anger, hopelessness, guilt, fear.
These emotions are a direct result of what volunteers see and experience and are part of the process of helping those in need.

In some cases it can be severe with symptoms such as lack of sleep, nightmares, feelings of being inadequate.

The good folks in Sweden who identified this say its quite normal. It may be quite normal but for those who experience this it can be an experience that questions many things in our mind.

Most of us go through this. If you have compassion you do this work. If you do this work you get these feelings from time to time.

I have. I continue to do so from time to time.

But at least I know its 'normal', (that is if I can actually be considered normal at the best of times hehehe)!

An example of this Volunteers Syndrome can be seen from time to time in Reach Out's Street Feeding Programme.

We know that there are an estimated 790,000 hard core poor in Malaysia. We distribute about 2,000 packs of food to those in need each week in Kuala Lumpur.

Look at that number and it seems that Reach Out is doing nothing for those that are hungry!

I say, look again!

If we didn't feed 2,000 who will? Who will give them food? Who will give them clothes? Who will care?

It would be easy to allow our emotions to overwhelm us.

We need to feed more. We need to get everybody off the street now.

Indeed that is a noble vision and something we aspire to. But we have to be realistic and do what we can. Otherwise the Volunteers Syndrome takes over.

And if that happens we become so questioning about the state of affairs we forget the objective which is to inspire those on the street that we care enough to get out there with them and do what we can.

Regrettably another cause of Volunteers Syndrome is the street folks themselves. Sometimes the way they interact with us causes us to question what we are doing.

It could be that they want more.

Want something we can not provide.

Want things for nothing.

Expect us to do everything without any contribution from them themselves.

That contribution is important for if the street folks don't take responsibility for their lives, (all be it with some help from us at Reach Out), all we are doing is creating dependency.

And the more they become depended the more chance we become emotionally involved, and then the Volunteers Syndrome raises its ugly head more frequently. And we lose sight of the objective.

That's why I have said in the heading to this blog Detachment - its Not Inhumanity.

Humanity means we care. Detachment doesn't mean we don't care.

Humanity means we will and can help. Detachment doesn't mean that we won't and can't help those in need.

Detachment means that we treat ever single person we meet on the street the same. That we recognise that some of our street friends will complain, demand, push our heart strings.

Why?
Because they can. Because they are humans and that's the way humans act.
If they complain there isn't enough food on the street I ask myself, 'what are you doing to get yourself off the street and reduce the burden on NGO's like us'.

I know who they are. Been working with them long enough. The ones who complain are the ones who we have tried to get off the street and wont go.

Don't get me wrong. I care for them the same way that I care about all the folks on the street.

Its just that we have to identify who they are.

From that we can overcome the symptoms and emotions we feel doing this work.

Volunteer Syndrome...it aint gonna get me because I have committed myself to this work, with the best that I can, when I can, with what I can.

I understand the street. The street folks have taught me. And I know that every volunteer with Reach Out does the same, the best they can with what they have got.

So humanity and detachment go hand in hand.

If every doctor cried at what they see would we have any doctors left?

What we do makes a difference you know.

That's what keeps us going.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a sort of 'part time' blogger. Not that I don't want to post but just haven't got the time.

There is so much I want to share but its difficult sometimes to express what I see and experience with Reach Out.

Words really can't adequately describe some of the things.

But I try. Because I feel that sometimes things need to be said.

The last couple of months in Reach Out have been totally amazing.

I always wanted to have an NGO that could empower people to take up the cause of eradicating poverty under our guidance and support, but that was so difficult to establish before because of personalities within the organisation.

The energy was dark, false, without substance.

And now...amazing!

We have so many volunteers, not stay at home read the face book folks, but guys and girls who get onto the street and walk the frontline.
Young folks.
Folks who do this with no other reason than it needs to be done.

And then there are our sponsors. Not all large corporations, but students, housewife's, kids, who donate food, bring water, buy curry puffs, bake cakes, cook their own food with friends.

This is community at its best, everyone sharing and working for those in need.

And that's how it should be.

That's what I always envisioned when I started Reach Out way back when.

Now there is light, truth, and solidity. The energy has to be felt to be believed.

The Run Leaders, Zakir, Hasif, Hafiz, Khairul, Mutaquim, bring an energy of care and compassion to what they do.
I see how our street friends react and engage with our volunteers. There is a respect for them and it goes both ways.
Our people give dignity to those in need. They work quietly with focus, care and true compassion.
They truly inspire, not just others to volunteer with Reach Out, but inspire the poor to get up and take control of their lives.

Because they see that we care. That we give them the voice that they don't have. That we work the hours that nobody else does and in places where nobody else goes.

There's Feexa who works tirelessly for sponsor hip, arranging CSR and other programmes, helping folks get onto the street and work in our programmes. Even at midnight she is available to talk with volunteers, sponsors and the like, making sure all is well for Reach Out.

There's Jenny who works quietly in the background with all the secretarial and administrative needs for the organisation.

There's Maple and Tiki, committee members who live now in Bangkok, but who have been with us since the beginning, and who never miss a committee meeting and are always supporting us although they may be in another country.

There's Dato' Mustafa, who lets me use our offices for packing and storing, and also lets my boys run around delivering and collecting goodies we need for operations.

Each person adding something in their own way for the needs of others.

I may not be the most spiritual person in the world (yes I pray, believe, fulfil my obligations, and live my life as I have been commanded to do), but I do believe, without any doubt, that I am blessed to be able to do this work and work with the people who form the "Reach Out family".

So the darkness ends. The falsehood evaporates. The substance holding back the positive has melted into insignificance.

And there is light, clean, clear and bright. There is truth in the work and the objectives. There is a solid core to those who work with Reach and call themselves volunteers, who are proud of what they do and why they do it.

And that will be the everlasting legacy for those individuals, for Reach Out, and for those we serve.

The colours of Reach Out will always be there as long as someone is in need.

(Kota Raya 1am Tuesday 30.8.11)

Its Aidilfitri. A time to reflect on the holy month of Ramadan and to look forward to celebrating.
Over the last few weeks I have already celebrated.
Celebrated the new friends we have found in Reach Out.
Celebrated the compassion and camaraderie in our sponsors and street volunteers.
Celebrate the willingness to share and care for those in need.
We do this all year but there is something special about the 'new' Reach Out that has appeared over the last few weeks.
Like tonight.
We were out with a great crew when I got a call from Khairul and the KL Swifters who told me that they had just decided on the spur of the moment to come out with us. We met up at Pudu Raya Bus Terminal.
Like Sue who was just passing Kota Raya when we had just finished the nights operation, and stopped to say hello and offer any help she could.
Like Amin who gave me an sms and said he was coming out and wanted to know where to meet.
Like Chin Wei who just felt the need to come out tonight.
Like Hee Ling who decided to help out tonight to allow our Muslim volunteers the night off to celebrate.
Like Danial who has just returned to Malaysia and came to the packing for the first time on Saturday and was on the streets tonight.
Like Shoubli last night who brought his wife and two daughters out to help.
In fact everybody who just comes, without fuss, quietly and with dignity to do what is needed.
We went down into those dark and forgotten areas the last couple of nights. Onto the riverbank, under the flyovers where the forgotten of KL sleep.
The crews worked away without any fuss, quietly and with dignity as they always do.
No hooha here. No media. No photos in the papers or on the TV. Just a support crew making things happen. The Run Leaders. The Committee. The Volunteers. The sponsors.
All doing their part without any fuss, quietly and with dignity.
Is it all worthwhile? You bet it is.
Even if just one of our street friends feels the dignity and sincerity of our volunteers then that will be passed on by them to others and the cycle of care and decency increases.
And that can only make things better. A better place for the future.
And Reach Out continues to do what we can without fuss. Quietly. With dignity.
The Frontline is stronger with all of you. And our street friends know.
They feel it. They know you care.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. May all of our Reach Out Warriors be blessed with peace, light and love always.

The Frontline Revolution.

Sometimes life is really funny.

Don't mean yahoo, haha type funny, but just sort of weird funny.

Strange may be a better description!

Just when things seem really tough a revolution happens.

Not evolution, (that's a step by step process), but a huge, smack you in the face, mind blowing revolution of change at one go.

And you can't figure out why.

You think you may know but then when you analyse it, you can't really make out the reason.

And that's where I am right now.

How did this happen? Why? What?

It started at the end of July when members of our Committee and operational staff resigned owing to operational differences and walked away. The founders stayed.

We picked this up and with Feexa and Jenny we got things sorted very quickly. Zakir came on board as a Committee member and the founders reformed a new Committee in double quick time. New Run Leaders stepped forward (Mustaqim, Zakir, Shazana), and with our old teams of myself, Amin, Jenny and Feexa we never missed a step. Maple, one of our founders took up the post of VP and Tiki one of our original members came onto the Committe

Runs continued uninterrupted.

Feexa gave up her normal job to focus on putting everything in place.

We got new sponsors, huge numbers of new volunteers, a new packing and storage place.

People just appeared and the response was quite incredible. I have never seen such a response.

Never!

I am still totally stunned!

Whatever we needed for our street friends just appeared through donors responding to Feexa's Wish List Campaign.

Zakir got our Twitter account up and running. He got our Google calender up and running and volunteer databases in place.

Our registration came on in leaps and bounds and we have a great facility to pack on Saturdays, register volunteers and do the necessary briefing and awareness briefings courtesy of Dato Mustaffa and all at Amcop Security Resources.

Volunteers are out in their Reach Out t-shirts.

But the key was the response from the good folks out there.

That's what stunned me.

Volunteers came in huge numbers. They packed. They came to food distributions late at night, in the afternoons and whenever we needed folks.

The Sahur for the Homeless event on Friday 19th August was a perfect example of this. The use of social networking and word of mouth saw 105 volunteers arrive. They came by car, bus, train, motorcycle, on foot, in fact any way they could. They came in the pouring rain and high wind.

They brought gifts or just themselves and friends.

Some just came by themselves because they wanted to.

Because they cared.

I watched the volunteers interact with our street friends, some of the volunteers never having been on the street before and I was humbled. I was almost in tears when I saw the compassion.

Compassion in action. True compassion. No agendas. Just a care for those in need.

It was then that I realised that Reach Out had turned the corner. It had moved to a level I had always hoped we could achieve. Something my darling Feexa and I had dreamed off.

You see, Reach Out has been evolving, step by step.

But by 5am Saturday morning when we finished operations after the sahur event and street feeding operations, I realised there had been a revolution!

There had been a huge shift in Reach Out.

I got home exhausted. I sat down, lit a ciggie and cried.

I don't cry. Not in my style. But I cried. Tears of thanks. Tears of joy. Tears of hope.

I saw hope in our revolution. I saw so many people who care, who can share our vision, and who do it without thought. They worked with the poor because it was the right thing to do and for no other reason.

I saw hope for humanity. In our little world of Reach Out I saw hope on our own doorstep.

I still can't explain it. I can only see the circumstances that took place on the streets over the last few weeks. I can only thank God for this blessing that we have been given, that we have been allowed to do the work we do and can ,with guidance, make the difference to those in need.

The people of Reach Out are true warriors. No medals, no glory, no titles.

Warriors on the frontline of the fight to eradicate poverty in all its forms.

I am proud to lead and share "The Frontline".

I am proud to walk with these warriors.

How Many More?

About thirty minutes ago I read in today's Star newspaper of a case yesterday, (Friday), where a single mother in her 30's died giving birth to a baby girl in a toilet in a factory near Melacca.
She bled to death.
The newspaper report is an afterthought.
Its not on the front page, or second page, or fifth page, but hidden away, almost like the newspaper is not interested in the issue but will report it cause there ain't much news really apart from the Bersih rally and stuff.
I don't know the circumstances.
I don't know why she was a single Mum.
I don't know what the issues are with her pregnancy.
I don't know why she chose to give birth in a factory toilet
But I do know one thing. SHE AND HER NEWBORN BABY GIRL DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THIS!
There is no excuse in any society for this to happen.
There is also no excuse for the media to almost ignore this.
This should be front page news.
So should domestic violence.
These issues should be reported. They should be front page news.
These issues should be condemned by all decent society.
These issues should be condemned and addressed by the Government and the agencies empowered to protect its citizens by investigation, and prosecuting all violators to the full extent of the law. And by enacting measures to protect women like this from meeting their death in such an inhumane way.
Every time. Without fail.
Society has lost a woman. A woman who was working for her life. Who was bringing a gift of new life into the world. She was someones daughter. Someones sister. Someones friend.
And we, (yes we, all of us), lost her in a most traumatic and disturbing way.
Disturbed. You bet I am.
And now she is nothing more than a post note in a newspaper.
I know my blog is about voluntary work, but I see girls on the street, homeless and afraid when I'm with Reach Out. And this is why this tragedy disturbs me.
We try and help. But what happens to the ones who fall through the net that we and other NGO's don't see and therefore cant help?
Are they destined to die in toilets, afraid, alone, ignored, in pain, abused?
I started White Ribbon in Malaysia to empower men to stand up against abuse to women and girls. Women also need to stand up against this. I still believe that men and women can be empowered to stop these types of events that I discuss above from happening. But we need to really, really push this hard.
Before another girl dies unnecessarily.

They Need Your Help!

I love this photo. Its taken at 02.15am on Sun morning on the banks of the river between Pasa Seni LRT and Dayabumi, (down river).

Artist unknown.

Message clear. Says it all!

Values.

Been a really interesting week or so with Reach.
Funny how you really see peoples values when the fan is on and the brown stuff is flying!!
Thankfully, our boys and girls that work with Reach are made of strong stuff.
Reach is moving. Going from strength to strength.
We have had to adjust our street food run timings so as not to overlap other organisations who are working on the street.
They may not even consider that but we want to make sure we get food to the needy at the time they need it and if that means we have to adjust our times, so be it.
You see, its easy to come out at 7pm or 5pm and feel that you are doing something good. Or on Saturdays or Sundays.
No issue with doing that, but don't you damn well dare start spouting in the press about what you are doing. That's EGO!
We are out at 11.30pm, 2am, 4am, Sundays, Mondays, Wednesdays, in fact everyday of the week. We feed in places where other groups cant or wont go. So don't get holier than thou through the press.
If your gonna do this do it for the right reasons.
Then we have the Obedient Wives Club.
Lots in the press.
I'm supporting the AntiOWC for one main reason.
I DO NOT accept that domestic violence is the fault of the victim! Thats what they have said and repeated time and time again.
That's why I started White Ribbon Malaysia. To add Malaysia to the growing global movement called White Ribbon.
I know who this OWC are and who they are linked to and if you don't stand up against this then you condone their actions/statements/views by your silence.
Of course if you agree with the OWC then fine. I don't. That's my choice. And its everyones choice to stay quiet or make their concerns known.
So lets just say, I say NO. NEVER. NOT IN MY LIFETIME will I accept and stay quiet on the OWC and their shameful, disgusting, discriminatory views on women and girls.
NO. NEVER. NOT IN MY LIFETIME.
Not until they are gone and it is shown that civilised society will not allow their warped, deviant, and disgraceful stance against women to remain.
They must be consigned to a distant memory, a bad memory and one that we wont ever let come back.
Its a new Reach week.
Time to meet new friends and volunteers on the streets. Time to continue to try and get our street friends reintegrated back into society.
A time to share what we do with those that want to help.

Tough? You Bet.

Haven't been on this blog for a while. Haven't had the heart to write really.
Not been well, house got burgled, but in the end I haven't had the heart to put onto the site some of the stuff I have seen.
Don't get me wrong though. There have been some outstanding moments in the recent Reach Out journey, but I suppose, like all human beings I get depressed.
Whilst we have managed to get quite a few folks off the street and back into mainstream society, the numbers coming onto the street keep increasing.
They are from everywhere and the tide continues to push against what Reach Out is doing.
Our volunteer base is increasing and we have a group of truly wonderful people out all days and at all hours doing what we can to help those in need.
We have brilliant sponsors, although we always need more, and they, together with our volunteers keep the whole thing moving.
But are we winning the battle against poverty?
No.
That's the truth.
That's the depressing part cause we know who can do this and how they can do it and how we can help them achieve this but they don't care.
So we continue to do the best we can with what we have.
I talk a lot with our street friends. Their message remains the same.
They respect us for what we do and that we care. That the food we give is fresh and enjoyable. They look forward to our street teams meeting with them every night. They are happy that someone actually cares about them.
But its not enough.
They want jobs.
They want homes.
They want to enjoy many of the things that we take for granted.
I sit by myself sometimes at night having a last cigarette before going to sleep and I think of them. Where they are, what they are doing, how they are coping.
I think of our Reach volunteers out there doing what they can to bring relief to those in need.
And I get sad.
I think of those in power in their beds in their lovely homes or at their functions who don't even give a second thought.
And I get angry.
I walked the river last week with some volunteers from JAWI. I showed them and introduced them to the guys and girls who live under the flyovers that nobody knows about except us. They were shocked.
For a while no one talked as they took in the scene before them.
The previous joyful mood as we went about our work became somber and thoughtful as the new volunteers tried to understand what they were seeing.
The realisation that these were not drug addicts, criminals, drunks, but were in fact just breathing human beings the same as us, with aspirations and a life, sunk in and the reality of the street feeding programme and why Reach Out does what it does made sense to them.
And that's when I felt glad.
Glad that our street friends could show, just by their simple existence, that what Reach Out does is of value. That it is needed. That it is welcomed by those in need.
And I felt glad that a new group of volunteers maybe changed their perception of what poverty really is about.
I suppose that I should feel lucky that I have the opportunity to do this type of work. But how can I feel that when there is so much suffering.
And so I continue to pray for the strength to do what I do and for the safety of our volunteers, and for the speedy relief and end of the suffering of my fellow human beings.
I break it down into one small success after another. Celebrate these successes, and move onto the next challenge.
Once on this journey there is no retreat.
Forward, forward, always forward.
Truth and justice will prevail.
I believe that. Strongly and without question.

To Feed Or Not To Feed...That Is The Question.

Apologies to Shakespeare for the use of his prose on the title but once again the question comes up.
Not in the minds of the Reach Out folks, but with other so called 'compassionate humanitarian' groups.
Yep, its time to expose the muppets (or as they are officially know the Kechara Organisation).
So its Chinese New Year.
You would think at this time when the underclass, the poor and the disadvantaged are ignored and not in many peoples minds, that organisations purporting to help them would do so.
Just a little bit.
Not much.
Don't have to invite them out to fancy restaurants.
But just give them a little something to let them share in the festive mood.
Let them know that they are not forgotten really.
We do. Reach hasn't missed any day of feeding since we started.
Reach has organised sahur during the month of Ramadan, a Christmas/New Year Party, and now is arranging a Chinese New Year Party. Apart from these extra events, Reach continues to conduct its education programmes and street feeding programmes without a pause.
No one is missed.
Why? Because its the right thing to do. Its that simple.
No heroes medals, no datukships/datinships, just for the people.
Which brings me to the point of this blog.
I ask the question again:
Why was the Kechara Soup Kitchen premises, (which was opened with public funding/sponsorship to provide hot food, showers, washing facilities, and a place of refuge for the homeless), closed during Chinese New Year?
Why is this premises not providing cooked food to the poor?
Why is the premises not providing the facilities it advertised during its fund raising campaign?
Why did KSK tell the street folks last week that they were closed for Chinese New Year and would not be distributing food?
Why during the week prior to Chinese New Year did KSK give money on the streets to certain Chinese street friends only? This is interesting as some of those getting the cash are drug addicts. Well done KSK on keeping those in habit on the very substances so many of us are trying to get them off.
Where is all the money going that is being raised by KSK for their street food programme? Could it be going to their World Peace Centre (formerly known as Tsem Kacho Ling Monastery) to be built at the cost of MYR150 million in the Genting Highlands, and is being advertised as the spiritual centre of Asia)?
Could it be that KSK, who claim publicly to be multiracial, and having no barriers (despite potential volunteers having to be vetted by their committee before being allowed to work in KSK), in fact don't have any volunteers during this Chinese New Year as they are not multi racial.
Do they care?
Is this a continuing scam to raise money for their main Buddhist Society and in particular their head and liasons group?
The signs are there.
To feed or not to feed..that is the question.
The answer....yeah Reach feeds regardless. Reach Out's Chinese volunteers found the time out of real compassion to work as volunteers.
How many others can say that?

The Rescue.

There is never a dull moment in Reach.
But sometimes odd moments take your breath away.
There was one such moment on Saturday worth relating as this is one of the clearest indications to me of how all those volunteers in Reach come from the same compassionate world.
I was at Bus Stand Klang with Feexa, Datin Sury and Lucas just finishing off our late food run.
It was about 4.am Sunday morning.
Enn, Jaja, Amin, Jeff and Ling had gone to finish another part of the route and we were going to meet up for our final sort of debrief before heading home and getting some well deserved sleep.
However, other plans were afoot!
Datin got a call from Enn who was at the KMT. She had come across a family sleeping down some steps and under a set of arches close to the main road. Enn asked for some assistance.
So off we sped.
On arrival, and this is really difficult to explain in words, I was met by a scene of some distress.
A mother and her six children were asleep on the concrete and the father was sitting guarding his family.
They were very poor, shabbily dressed and in some distress. Enn had already provided some food for the family.
We learned the families story from the father, that he had been thrown out of his home by his daughter in law after she had used all his money to pay bills, and when they had gone there to help take care of her and her house as she had been injured.
The father had no money left and had originally gone to the Mosque in Bangsar (the one next to Bangsar Village 1), where he was denied entry by the duty security guard despite having his full family with him.
At this stage it's important to note that the children ranged in age from a 7 month old baby to the eldest being 11 years of age!
They then made their way into town and sought somewhere to hide as they were awaiting the opening of JAWI offices on Monday where the father was going to apply for a loan of cash so that he could get his family back to their original home in Sungei Siput, Perak.
Before our arrival the father had been accosted by the Police who accused him of kidnapping the children. He sorted that one out and the Police left offering no help!
Later in the evening a "good samaritan" stopped and offered to help them get back to Perak but wanted the baby in return.
Again the father managed to get his way out of this and keep his family safe.
Due to these circumstances, we made a decision that they could not hang about until Monday as they were become easy prey for those that may want to harm them, so we agreed to take them to a hotel and give them a good nights sleep, while arranging for transport to get them home to Perak later on Sunday.
After searching three hotels who were all full we managed to get them into a down town hotel, very nice place and settled them in for the night.
Enn fed the kids to give the father and mother a break.
Feexa spent a lot of time with the Mum, while the rest of us made sure they had extra blankets, enough food, and made some arrangements for the forthcoming road trip.
Amin volunteered to stay with the family to ensure their safety but as they were safe in the hotel he instead gave the father his handphone with Enn's number in case of emergencies.
The father had earlier sold his handphone to get some food for the kids.
Once settled we left and later that morning Jaja, Daisy, Eric and Fen drove down to the hotel, picked up the family, and drove them to their home in Perak, a 4 hour journey up.
Despite being tired, having little or no sleep, having been on operations since 3pm on Saturday, these Reach volunteers pushed themselves to assist a family of eight in distress.
This type of compassion and total selflessness is a beautiful thing to behold.
It is pure and honest and done for no reward.
Again I say I am privileged to work with such human beings and humbled by the experience.
Sury, Enn, Feexa, Jaja, Amin, Lucas, Jeff, Ling, Eric, Fen, Daisy you stand out with all our other Reach volunteers as a beacon of light and hope in the ever growing darkness of poverty, discrimination, pain and suffering.

Aunty Enn and Uncle Pete!

Sometimes you just know that things are going to be a bit strange when you work with Reach Out.
You get that feeling that its not going to be normal.
Such is the case a couple of Saturdays ago.
It all started quite innocently at the packing on Saturday afternoon.
Everyone working away, the usual chatter amongst this group of friends and volunteers when I got accidentally walloped on the head by a cardboard box.
Now, Jaja can pack a serious bear hug, and I found out she can also pack a fair thump with a cardboard box.
Then, a short time after, I hear one of our middle aged ladies calling "uncle, uncle".
I look round and discover she is calling me!!!
UNCLE????? ME??????
Outbursts of uncontrolled giggling ensued, led by our dear Enn, who was in tears from laughing so much.
UNCLE??? ME???
So I said to Milo and Enn after the packing that I thought it was going to be a strange sort of day. Revenge was in the air for the "Uncle" statement! After all I'm still young........(at heart)!
Off we go, midnight run and at our second stop I saw Feexa involved in a lengthy discussion with a new face on the streets, a middle aged Chinese gentlemen.
Joining the conversation he said to me that he wasn't in fact homeless, but had only come to see what this street feeding was all about as he had heard about it.
The fact that he was shoeless, a little disheveled, and had a piece of black rope tied round his trousers as a belt, led me to believe that this poor soul was not what he was claiming to be.
He was also wearing very thick round framed glasses.
The reason I mention the glasses will become apparent shortly as this tale unfolds.
So he said to me that he was so happy to see young people (pointing at Feexa) doing this type of work. I giggled.
"That's the missus" I explained.
He was quite shocked and said that he thought Feexa was only 23 years old.
I giggled again and got slapped by Feexa!
He then exclaimed that if I was her other half then I must have been a cradle snatcher!
This time Feexa giggled. She didn't get slapped!
Rather embarrassed he then told that actually I looked only late 30's, so that made up for things and certainly stopped Feexa's giggling.
Mind you it took a while for me to get Feexa back to normal from the "23 year old syndrome" that had kicked in.
Off we go on our travels and make our way down to the market in Pudu where Enn meets up with a client and passes him his food packet.
This chap then asks us to wait and he goes and gets a new chap we didn't know, introduces him to Enn, and we also give him a food packet.
Revenge is sweet.
When our new client takes the packet, Siva, (Enn's street friend), in a fierce voice says:
"Hey, you thank Aunty for the food ok".
AUNTY!!!!! AUNTY ENN!!!! Hehehehehehehehehehehe.
Revenge is mine!
There was a lot of giggling that strange day.

Word From The Streets

Firstly my apologies.
If you find the contents of my blogs and postings about Kechara a little sensitive then I am sorry.
But I urge you to check out the previous blogs here and also previous articles written on the Reach Out Facebook site.
This will allow those who are wondering why I keep naming Kechara Soup Kitchen (KSK) and the Kechara Buddhist Organisation in my writings.
I have no personal agenda against Kechara. But their work is flawed and their intention is deceitful.
The poor of Kuala Lumpur have got enough issues.
They have been abused and used for quite sometime.
And I for one will not standby and allow this to continue without raising the awareness of what we face in our own work with Reach and how this so called charitable society KSK operates.
Transparency and truth. That's what we want.
That's why I name them.
Ok now that I have got that off my chest on with the latest news....
On the midnight run on Saturday's we have been meeting at the Al Wira mamak restaurant on Jalan Pudu for sometime now.
Last week for the first time 4 volunteers from KSK came, pushed their way through where we were seated and then returned the same way to a small table where they continued to watch us. Mind you every time I looked at them they looked away quickly!
We were seated outside.
Three Chinese women and one foreigner.
We know them as they have confronted us on the street before demanding to know who we were and why we were feeding in "their area"! So rude!
So last night we meet again for a quick tea and a chat before we get on with our late runs. Once again the KSK volunteers, (2 of them), arrive. One moves his table right next to ours (despite there being plenty of room on the street and no other customers and stands staring at us, (again until I eyeball him), and as I make a move to stand up and go to speak to him he moves off into the restaurant itself.
On both occasions they are in plain clothes and seem to have abandoned their KSK t-shirts and IC cards. The arrogance has to be seen to be believed. Ask those who were there!
We move off and as we are transferring food from Datin Sury's vehicle to mine a young Chinese fellow walks up to Enn and Feexa and chats for a while. He then moves off and joins the KSK team.
Enn and Feexa then let us know that he approached us asking if he can come and work with Reach as he finds KSK "too religious"and is "very fed up with them"! Enn gives him our contacts and asks him to call, (we aint stupid and I want to do a full vetting on this guy).
Oh and by the way, last week we had a call from our fresh bread sponsor wanting to know if there was any substance in the rumours she had heard that we were replacing the fresh bread she donates to us with inferior mass produced bread on the street!
We of course invited our sponsor to come onto the street at anytime unannounced to check that there was no fact in these disgusting and unfounded allegations.
Mmmm.....
So off we go on our midnight rounds.
At Bangkok Bank I run into an old friend Kevin.
Kevin used to assists us when we packed at Bangkok Bank and has been a street friend for many years. Kevin is a great lad, collects old cans and cardboard and knows everything going on on the street.
He is....was.... ( I can qualify the 'was' after you read the following), a staunch KSK supporter.
Kevin was fuming.
I have never seen him so angry or animated.
This is what he told me, in front of other Reach Out Volunteers:
1. An old uncle who used to help us pack on the street years ago has been employed by KSK in their Jalan Imbi Soup Kitchen premises and has been speaking to Kevin recently.
2. KSK does not cook food there. All food is delivered from sponsors.
3. KSK has every item they require fully sponsored and in fact has extra food that they can't distribute so return it (dry goods).
4. This uncle has advised that KSK have made it public within their soup kitchen that they are raising funds for a "new temple". I can only assume this is the RM120 million for their monastery in the Genting Highlands.
5. Kevin advised that a KSK volunteer recently told him that KSK will raise the funds for the new temple.
6. Giant recently donated umbrellas to KSK for the street folks. None have been issued onto the street. Kevin advised that they have been distributed amongst Kechara members for their use.
7. Kevin recently brought to the attention of Justin from KSK (Justin heads operations and occasionally goes on the street), that there was an injured man near to Kota Raya and that he had a cut arm that needed medical attention. KSK ignored Kevin. The man was left to his own devices.
8. KSK have been feeding in different areas each Saturday. Kevin believes this is to try and cover more areas so they can claim to "do lots of feeding for the poor but actually they don't".
9. Last week KSK didn't feed in the Bangkok Bank area as normal.
10. KSK is feeding at different times and as such don't manage to get too a lot of the street folks.
Kevin was scathing and has advised that the street folks are now dumping the KSK food as they have found it to smell and taste 'funny'. Many Muslims on the street are refusing to even accept KSK food packets.
I asked Kevin if he had met Ruby Khong the KSK President recently as she had claimed in a recent newspaper and magazine article that she was on the streets of Kuala Lumpur 'every weekend feeding the poor".
Kevin spat and what he said cant be written here, but the gist was that no he hadn't seen her and can't remember the last time she was on the streets.
Our Chow Kit crew last night found that at 10.30pm - 11pm they had significantly larger numbers of street folks wanting food as KSK had not provided. Normally KSK are there before 10.30pm and we have to cover the folks they 'miss'.
We were fortunate enough last night to have, apart from our great normal crew, 11 Ustaz and future Ustaz from JAWI join us as volunteers on the late run.
The reason I say fortunate is that Amin, Ash and I were able to show them a KSK Styrofoam pack at the HSBC/7-11 corner containing a handful of vegetables and a handful of rice swimming in oil.
It smelt off and when I allowed Ustaz to view it he recoiled in disgust due to the smell.
The young scholarship boys with JAWI could not believe that this kind of food was on the street. Our friends from JAWI then spoke to some of the homeless at this location and were told that yes it was KSK food. Yes it had just been delivered to them. Yes they refused to eat it. Yes they ate Reach food as it was hot and fresh.
I am making no comment on this post.
I have made my comments already in previous blogs.
But I only want to say that with each passing day more and more people are having confirmed what I have been stating about KSK, their agenda, and their treatment of the poor and destitute.
And that is why I write about them.
Because the homeless who don't have a voice have one with Reach Out.
And for that I do not apologise!

Half A Century.

I know that I said that this blog was about the adventures of Reach but allow me to wallow a little.
There is a connection here...honestly!
I've reached, (pardon the pun), half a century today. the third of December, 1960, born in Cresswell Maternity Horpital, Dumfries, Scotland.
Fifty years of creating chaos and mayhem, or so I would like to think hehehe.
So you reflect, right?
You reflect on what has happened to you. What have you really done. What is left.
I am totally blessed. Really.
I don't mean that in some arrogant, egotistical way. I mean that I have been blessed to find what I am truly supposed to be. What I really want to do. What I should be doing. My purpose.
I have travelled, been to many strange places, met many strange people.
I have done amazing things and also very very stupid things.
I have been right and also wrong.
I have been shamed and shameful.
I have had really only two jobs in my life and I adored doing both. I was a totally committed Policeman. I am now totally committed to my career in Security.
But there was something missing.
Protecting those that pay you for the work is excellent. That's business. That's life.
But helping, (perhaps also protecting in some way), those that can't pay, and doing it for the reasons of love and care....well that's a different ball game.
That's what I found in Reach.
I am also blessed to work in Reach with the most incredible human beings. Those that volunteer on the street, those that work in the education programme, those that pack the food, those that sponsor, those that offer their support without question. The friends that we work with from other organisations. Now that is what I should be doing.
And I can!
Reach gives each of us something we can not measure. It has no physical form. Is it spiritual? Maybe in some way.
But everyone of us is touched by what we do.
And Reach has been the conduit, the medium, to allow the energy and dynamic of caring people to form, grow and deliver.
I look back and I see what I have done in my life, some good, some things not so good.
Always evaluated and judged by society and what they consider 'the norm'.
But Reach forgives us our 'abnormal traits' if we work with real compassion. It drives us. It inspires us.
It ain't easy what we do. But who said if its good it was to be easy?
So in the last few years I have been able to do what I am suppose to do.
I am incredibly lucky, (yes blessed) to have found this at this time in my life.
In fact, to have found this at all.
To all those in Reach Out, thank you. Thank you for your support, your kindness and your care.
Most of all for your friendship.
Thank you to all of our street friends who allow us to do this work in helping them.
So here's to the next 50 years, (which I am really, really looking forward to).

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