Monday, May 19, 2008

Jeff's Service Learning Log 2

Service Learning Log 2—The Denver Rescue Mission

                  I volunteered at the Denver Rescue Mission in which I prepared and distributed food to homeless people. Preparing the food involved cutting up vegetables and deciding whether certain foods need to be thrown away because they were rotten. The first observation I noticed while I was preparing the food was the great amount of food that didn’t seem edible. Much of the food did not seem edible because it was rotten. I was surprised to see that there was lots of food donated to the Denver Rescue Mission that was rotten. I realized that even though some people or stores who donate the food may think the food is rotten but to other people it keeps them alive on a daily basis.

                   After preparing the food we helped distribute some of the food we prepared to the homeless people at the mission. I distributed food to many different types of people. One person I encountered helped me realize that homeless people are the same as non-homeless people in that they want rights and to be able to make decisions for themselves. When I served this person some of the vegetables that I had recently prepared, they got mad at me because it wasn’t food they wanted. I was taken aback at first that they would turn down free food offered to them but then I realized that even though they may be homeless of poor, it doesn’t mean that they don’t have a right to choose what they want. Another case similar to this was when I served a person food and they got mad at me for have two different types of food touching. This is another case that helped me realize that they want to have freedoms like other people.

                  Volunteering at the Denver Rescue Mission was an experience different than any other volunteer opportunity that I’ve had in the past. I was able to observe how different types of homeless people conduct themselves on a daily basis. The experience proved lots of stereotypes wrong and helped show me that homeless people are no different than people like you and I.

Jeff's Service Learning Log 1

Service Learning Log 1—Project Homeless Connect

                  At Project Homeless Connect I guided a homeless person around the Richie Center and Gates Fieldhouse so that they could receive certain services. I worked with a man by the name of Dwight Henson. He was about 5’11” tall with grayish brown hair. He was very kind and talkative because the entire day we worked together he talked with me about his life and the jobs he has had in the past. He explained to me that he had run for mayor of Denver in the last election a few years ago. It really surprised me because I did no expect to meet a homeless person that had run for mayor. He proved many stereotypes of homeless people wrong. He seemed very connected within the homeless community because many people recognized him because of running for mayor. He also explained to me that he will be running for mayor again the next time there is the election. That surprised me because it shows his dedication and commitment. I envy him with his ability to “go after” things that he wants. He proved to me that no matter the class or situation in life a person is in that they have the ability to follow their dreams and accomplish what they set their mind to.

                  The stations we visited at the event were the job station where we entered his information into the workforce computer system, got him a resume, and gave his resume to various businesses that were at the event. From developing a resume for him, I learned that he had been a caretaker and farm help person at various farms in Colorado and Michigan. Because we had the entire day together, I had the opportunity to get to know lots about him. While waiting in the lines at the job station he discussed the situation he lives in now where he is currently in transitional housing and looking for a job. Also I realized that he has been through a lot in his life because he is diabetic. This puts a burden on him because he explained that he wouldn’t get hired for certain jobs in the past because of being diabetic. I felt compassion for him because it seemed like it was very hard for him to get a job. I think I helped him a lot in guiding him through the many job stations such as getting him a resume.

                  When I took Dwight to the healthcare area within the Richie Center, he wanted to check his sugar level because of being diabetic. Throughout the entire day including when I filled out the paper work for him to get checked by a healthcare official, I recognized that he didn’t have the best writing and was slightly illiterate. I filled out much of his paperwork throughout the day and I think it made it easier on him. He even seemed a little guilty for being slightly illiterate. Once his sugar level was checked out by a healthcare official, they told him that his sugar level was extremely high and that he shouldn’t be alive. Dwight reacted very calmly, although I was very worried but did not show any emotion. We had recently just eaten lunch which he said would make his sugar level higher than normal but I was still worried. He told the doctor thank you and we left the station. This experience impacted me greatly because it seemed that Dwight worried about other, more important things in his life. It showed me where his priorities in life are and that possibly this has been a problem before. Meeting and spending the day with Dwight Henson was an experience I will never forget because he proved many stereotypes wrong and provided me with a greater understanding of homelessness.

Josh: Service-Learning Log 2--Denver Rescue Mission

Still exhilarated from my experience at Project Homeless Connect, I went to the Denver Rescue Mission several days after for my second service learning experience. With my expectations high from what I had seen at PHC, I would have to say that this experience left me with much different feelings about volunteering.

Arriving at the DRM it is impossible to miss the park full of homeless persons that seem to have taken over the few blocks that surround the building. Immediately, I am saddened to see that these people are not like ones I had seen for the most part at PHC. The volunteer supervisor, Nick explains to me that many of those who are in that park day-to-day are heavily addicted to drugs and that it is a stop for police up to 5 times a day.

My shift, a pre-dinner slot meant that I would be helping to prepare that night’s meal. My first job: salad. Most of the ingredients used in their cooking are donated and therefore are not of the highest quality. Nick tells me, "If you wouldn’t eat it, don’t use it." As I looked around the frankly filthy stock room at the piles of bread vegetables I thought to myself, "There are a lot of things here I wouldn’t eat." I was given a box lettuce a cutting board and I Knife. There was no instruction to wash the vegetables or my hands, both seemingly essential commands to give a group of volunteers who had not worked in food service before. I washed the lettuce and began to cut it finding that many of leaves were no loner green but had become more of a black, rotten slime; I threw away much of the first box of lettuce. After going through two boxes of lettuce I had prepared enough for the meal and began my next task: Spork wrapping. Our job was simply to wrap the sporks in paper napkins that would later be used by the homeless as they came to eat. Not much to explain here. With these two jobs complete the time was up and I headed back to campus this time far more disappointed than I had been leaving PHC6.

As I alluded to earlier, to general state of the mission was unsettling. The prep areas and kitchen were nowhere near the normal of standard required in the food service industry. The dirty floor in one corner was covered in bags of bread that had been apparently thrown into the area with enough force to rip open some of the bags which led to unwrapped dinner rolls all over the floor. The un-maintained yet large source of food contributed to what appeared to be a significant rodent problem as on my two hour shift, I saw several mice scurry across the floor.

Seeing these things upset me greatly. Yes this was a shelter. Yes those who used it got the food for free. But does that mean that the standard of hygiene should be as neglected as it was there? It angered me to see that none of the supervisors were really concerned with that state of the kitchen. I felt bad for the people who had no other choice but to eat this food in order to survive. I think that even a few small changes were made, and stricter care for kitchen area were taken then the quality of the services offered to those who use the shelter could be exponentially improved. For the first time in my life, I left this experience dissatisfied in my volunteer work. Feeling as if with the lack of care that existed there, my work meant almost nothing.

Josh: Service-Learning Log 1--Project Homeless Connect 6

Still half asleep at 8:30 in the morning, we were put in a line formation as the intense bright sun shone down on us. I remember feeling unusually nervous, anxious for what was about to happen. As the first bus arrived, a frenzy of people headed for us and I really could not tell how it was all going to be organized. Within a matter of seconds another volunteer motioned for me to step forward and I was paired up with to women. As I introduced myself Christine and Eunice, I was instantly struck by how happy and positive they were as they looked toward their experience that day. We sat down for breakfast and began going over the services that were being offered and which ones they might want to access. Eunice seemed to know exactly what she wanted, needing only to visit three areas at the maximum. Christine on the other hand was interested in just about everything, wanting to stop wherever she could. It was at this point that we decided to split the two up to better assist them and another volunteer arrived to help Eunice.

After stopping at several of the vendor tables in the long corridor that parallels Magness Arena, we made our way to Gates Fieldhouse where we quickly saw just how chaotic this experience might be. I was taken back by the overwhelming number of people and seemingly never ending lines. Christine on the other hand just advanced as if she was totally used to this and headed for the housing section to get a number in line.

With many numbers to go before our turn we had time to check out some other tables. We went to the DMV table to try to replace Christine’s suspended California license. We spoke to a lawyer about complications stemming from her Divorce. Christine registered for the Work Force and the completed an interview workshop in the hopes of gaining access to the job fair.

After only an hour, we had already been to many of the areas in the gym. What I began to notice however, was that we left each section not with concrete assistance, but a seemingly ever-growing stack of papers and forms, that would supposedly lead to Christine getting help in the future.

Housing was probably the clearest example of this as instead of receiving some kind of voucher or ticket to a transitional housing facility, we left with only a list of these developments and their phone numbers. Ambitious as she was, Christine and I managed to speak with someone from probably about 75% of the services offered that day. She had no problem cutting lines to get the front and seemed to be very skilled at this as well. Throughout she remained happy and positive, never visibly discouraged when she was not able to get the help she needed. I found this particularly remarkable.

By 2:00 pm having done what she came to do, Christine and I met back up with Eunice and they got on their bus which brought them back to their shelter, Samaritan House. I walked away and looked down at my clipboard and realized that I had been so involved in conversation with her the whole day that I had barely filled in any of my clipboard. I left the gym and walked to my dorm with many different emotions running through my head as I tried to reflect on the experience.

This experience was most definitely an eye-opening one for me. One big reason was that if I passed either Christine or Eunice on the street I don’t think I would have any idea that they were homeless. In talking with Christine throughout the day, I realized just how easy it could be to become homeless. A divorce coupled with unemployment and a slowing job market was enough to cause her to reach her current state. While I had realized before that many of the stereotypes were not accurate, it wasn’t until this experience that I realized just how wrong they were.

While I was excited to be a part of this project, I feel that there is much that could be done to improve it by offering more immediate on site assistance to the homeless, instead of just handing out paper. It is my hope that in the future as I continue my involvement I will see the implementation of these changes.

Service Learning Log 2

At the Denver Rescue Mission I wasn’t greeted warmly. For some reason two other girls and I were not on their most recent list, although we had gotten confirmation emails. I felt like I was going to be more of a burden than a help. It turned there was actually lots to do. I cut tomatoes and mixed up salads and cut deserts and put them on trays for later. After about half an hour the volunteers were invited to eat with some of the homeless men. While we were eating, Ray, the mean who seemed like he was in change came and sat with us. He filled us in on all sorts of facts about homelessness and what the mission does. We went back to work for a while, cutting more deserts and covering them in garbage bags so they’d stat fresh. It looks like Safeway and King Soopers are pretty generous and donate most of the prepackaged items that the shelter gets. Around 6 Ray called us up. The men who wanted beds for the night were beginning to file in and he wanted to give us a tour of the mission and see the clients. We saw that the night before 276 men slept there. To sleep there the men need to attend a church service. They have a separate service for Spanish speaking men. We saw the clinic and Ray explained his rehab program to us. It had begun to rain so he insisted on driving us to the light-rail station. He encouraged us to come back during the lunch shift so we can interact with the clients more.
I hate to admit this, but I didn’t take much more information about the homeless, than I already knew, away from my experience at the Mission. Ray tried to give us the best, fullest experience possible, but he too knew that making salads and preparing deserts wasn’t going to be very meaningful. To better understand the men who go to the Mission I think I would need to go back to volunteer during the lunch shift, which I want to do.
What was most impressed upon me was how dedicated Ray is to the men who come to the Mission. As he showed us around and interacted with the men it was clear how much he cares. I walked away, not thinking about the clients exactly, but about what they would do without people like Ray. Would someone else selflessly take over his post? There were many other helpers at the Mission but no one else greeted clients by name and joked around with them. So, although I didn’t learn about the homeless specifically, the experience wasn’t a waste because I came away with a greater appreciation for the Rays of the world.

Service Learning Log

I took my client, Juanita and her son Shawn, around at PHC6 . We started out kind of awkwardly. After we got some food in the breakfast line I started right out with the questions because I was at a loss at what else to talk about. She gave short prompt answers, and later I found out, lied about her phone number, which goes to show how little trust she has in strangers, and I don’t blame her.
We walked over to the housing section, which was the only service she wanted. As we waited in line we started to loosen up around each other. I think the presence of Shawn made it easy. He is a really happy little boy. He’ll be one in June but looked much bigger than his age. Juanita told me he’s going to be a football player, like his dad. With him constantly laughing and playing we also started laughing. I learned she moved back here recently from North Carolina, which she didn’t like. She’d been homeless there too, living with the relatives of her kid’s dad. I was really impressed by observing her parenting skills and what she told me about how she and her off and on boyfriend, the father of her two children, take care of their kids. I also learned she lives with her grandmother, she went to college for two years, and she grew up in Denver. She likes it here because her family is here.
When we were called up we ended up being referred to a community housing project, called something like the Joshua Project. The woman told us how it’s a faith-based community and began covering all the rules, and there were a lot of rules. A mandatory dinner once a week, a community service requirement, no drugs or alcohol. If someone is on the campus after 8 on a weeknight they need to be in their room and 10 on weekends. Part way through this lengthy explanation Juanita turned and told me she didn’t want to do this. I kind of felt awkward. This woman on the other side of this wanted to help so badly but Juanita didn’t want to live by those strict rules. I was torn. I wasn’t sure whether I’d gained Juanita’s trust enough for her to tell me she felt uncomfortable, or if she just didn’t want to let this hopeful woman down herself. I told the woman that I didn’t think it was going to work out. The disappointment showed on her face.
Juanita ended up getting a voucher for first month’s rent and took the survey to get a $25 King Soopers gift card. We checked out and I wished her luck, but I haven’t really stopped thinking about her. I hope she found a place to live, that she and her boyfriend work things out and continue to care for their kids together.
If I had any lingering stereotypes about the homeless they were gone after my experience at PHC6. It also reminded me of how much I used to volunteer in high school and I realized I miss that. I feel kind of selfish because I haven’t been donating as nearly as much of my time as I used to, so I am going to do more of that next year. Also, because I am in this class I think I viewed the whole experience differently than I would of in the past. I was looking at it with the eye of a qualitative researcher. I never thought that way in the past so I felt like I had really learned something in this class; how to be a better observer.

Service Learning Logs

Project Homeless Connect: Service Learning-Log

I arrived at Project Homeless Connect at around 9:30 am, and was immediately paired with someone who was hoping to make use of the services provided there. He introduced himself and said “Hi, I’m William and I’m here to get me a job”. William was a forty-seven year old black man from a town in Indiana, who moved to Colorado after high school. The first thing we did when we entered was grab a little bite to eat. While we were eating we did some of the demographic stuff like obtaining his social security number and writing down some information about him. William seemed really excited to make use of the employment services that they provided there as well as checking out the dental care they provided. In fact he was so concerned about getting started early, that he took his jelly filled croissant and put it in his back pack for later.
The first thing William wanted to do was get a haircut. This was one of the special services that were being provided at Project Homeless Connect. William was really excited to get a summer haircut. He had his entire head shaved off as well as his beard, but he decided to keep the mustache. It was amazing how a simple haircut can really clean someone up. I could tell that William felt really good after, or at least more presentable. He said he was excited to feel the wind on his head, and he started talking about how he and his girl were going to go out to a nice dinner and see a good movie.
After the haircut we stood in the employment line for over three hours. In this part of the process I felt really bad. At the first stop, they checked with William to see whether or not he was part of this one program or organization that helps with jobs. After that, we had to wait in another line to make a résumé. It wasn’t until this point that we realized William already had a resume, but they wanted to make him another one even though the one he had was perfectly fine. After this we went to an interview training session, which William passed with flying colors. Finally we went to the different businesses that offered applications. Here William filled out some applications and that was about it. I felt horrible. William had come here with one purpose which was to get a job, and I feel like he left with no more information than when he came.
When we walked back into the Ritchie center we stopped at the medical care services. By this time in the day, all the lines had died down, and William was able to be helped almost immediately. They took his vital signs, and then we waited for a dentist. For William, I thought it was very important see some dental care while he was at Project Homeless Connect. William was missing his two front teeth as well as some others on his upper gums. His gums were encrusted with tartar and other yellow pigmentation. When the dentist saw him, he said just that. He pointed out that he obviously had some bad teeth and William admitted to “a long time of neglect.” The dentist gave him some people he could contact, although I don’t see William being able to pay for the services, so this information may have been useless as well. Although, William did say he got the most out of the dental care during Project Homeless Connect.
By around 2 o’clock we ended up around the check-out table. Here William received a grab bag of necessities for hygiene which consisted of a back pack, socks, soap, toothbrush, flip flops, and a few other things. I had a chance to debrief with William at this point and ask him which services he thought he got the most out of. William responded that he didn’t feel like he got any help from the employment services because all he wanted was a job, and he was unable to obtain one from here. He said that the résumé portion of the employment services probably helped a lot of other homeless people, but since he already had a resume, it was pointless for him to do. He said he probably received the most help from dental simply because he left with more information then when he came. William also said he like the haircut because now he looks “fly for the summer.”


While we were waiting in lines, I learned a lot about William. William was currently living in a house with his friend and has a girlfriend. He met his girlfriend while they were working at Pizza Hut together. When asked the reason why he was homeless, he responded that he “simply just couldn’t find a stable enough job.” He felt like he was always doing odd jobs and random manual labor in order to get by. In fact he dug a few holes for the new Nagel building at DU. I also learned that a main cause of William’s homelessness was a marriage that he entered into coming out of high school. He ended up having a child and then a few years later divorced. Child support has made it very hard for him to make a living. He always has a job, but the child support seems to take most of his funds. He needed to find a job that was stable enough and that paid fairly, but has been unable to do so. During his free-time, William loves to watch TV and movies. He also said he wants to save up for a Nintendo Wii so he can play those “really neat” interactive games like tennis and bowling. William seemed like a he was a very normal man. He seemed somewhat paternalistic in the way he talked with me, simply because I think it has something to do with his age. William said he never got into drugs and has always made sure to stay out of trouble. He seems as if he has all the right motivations but no windows of opportunity seem to make themselves apparent for William.

From this experience, I learned that some people who are homeless don’t really have a crazy story to tell. I realized that even simple things like a divorce can bring someone into poverty and homelessness. This really related to the story of Chris Gardner in The Pursuit of Happyness in the way that things got difficult for him once his wife left. It seems to me that a divorce seems to be a huge factor of homelessness and can certainly affect someone emotionally and cause instability. I also realized that I was a little disappointed with the way the services were provided. I think that sometimes the people running the program need to be a little more aware that maybe these people have some of this information already and it would be more useful for them to just move on to the next step. From this, I learned how much more I would like to be able to help these people. Our economy is not the greatest right now and I can see how even when William has a job, that he needs something more substantial in order to progress. I know that PHC can’t simply give jobs out to everyone because there are too many people who are homeless and would like the services. I understand that there are limitations to what Project Homeless Connect can offer, but in this case I was hoping that it could offer a bit more to help William with getting a job. I now recognize how difficult it is right now for anyone to get a job and how this is even more of a problem for people who are homeless. From my experience with William, I have become aware of the hardships that many homeless people face in terms of just living. I didn’t really think about how hard it is for people who are homeless to obtain a stable job. But William also made a point that if you “don’t like the job, then you are probably not going to show up for it and then you end up getting fired after only having the job for two weeks.” Without having a profession or skills, people who are homeless get stuck with jobs working at your local McDonalds which is demeaning as well as a pain in the ass to work at. No one wants to work at some of these jobs and I can see how miserable life could be for someone who always has to work the jobs they hate. I personally think employment needs to be considered more closely in terms of homelessness and the types of jobs that are available to them.



Volunteering at the DRM

For a service project I volunteered in the kitchen of the Denver Rescue Mission (DRM). I went with Deven from our writing class and we both volunteered in the kitchen. When we first arrived at the DRM we met a man named “Nick”. Nick was one of the staff members who checked us in and got our aprons for the jobs we were about to do. After that, we met “Ray” and “David”. Ray was in charge of the kitchen for the DRM. David was another worker. Ray, Nick, and David all seemed hold some authority amongst the workers. Ray informed us that we would be preparing the food, as well as serving it to the people who were in the Rescue Mission as well as people from outside. The people that were in the DRM were recovering addicts trying to get sober.
Our first job in the DRM was cutting zucchinis. Because I have worked in a soup kitchen before, the state of the zucchinis wasn’t as alarming to me as it was to Deven. Many of the zucchinis had entirely rotted through and were inedible. These zucchinis we were supposed to throw out. We were supposed to pick out the “good ones” and chop them up. Deven seemed rather alarmed by this and I think it had something to do with the fact that all the moldy ones were next to and in the same box as the edible ones. Also, the zucchinis were never rinsed before they were cut or served. I think that that zucchinis should have been rinsed very thoroughly before we cut them. Pesticides as well as other bacteria could have been on the zucchinis which could also make anyone who is eating them sick.
Next, we began serving the food to all the people who came. I served the fruit salad and banana-pudding. The fruit salad looked more like a bucket of juice with a little bit of fruit in it. Banana-pudding seemed to be a hit this day, possibly because of the weather outside. Ray said that people who are homeless like chocolate on days with bad weather. While I was serving the food, I was limited to serving only one scoop per person. This was very difficult for me to do because I wanted to give them more if they asked. Some people would stay in front of me longer hoping that I would give them another scoop. After the desserts ran out, I moved to serving salad. While I was serving salad, I put the salad next to this man’s lasagna and he got very angry. He couldn’t believe I would mix the food or have the foods touching. I was very surprised by this outburst because I didn’t think that people who don’t have much of a choice would be so picky or particular.

When we finished serving, we bussed tables and cleaned up after the other people. While doing this, a homeless man stopped me and asked why I was the only female worker there and how I felt about it. To be honest I didn’t even notice that I was the only female until he said something. So I guess I felt comfortable around everyone, although I have never been hit on by so many middle-aged, balding men with little to no teeth in my life, but it made for an interesting experience.

This experience was eye opening. I was almost positive I would have seen more families come to the kitchen but was surprised to see that it the majority of them were middle-aged men. I usually picture women as volunteers because women are depicted as being the care givers in our culture. Also, previous volunteer experiences have led to an atmosphere filled with estrogen in that most of the volunteers were women. It gave me a better understanding of what this specific homeless community of Denver was like. Later it puzzled me that there weren’t any other female workers there. Although, this didn’t bother me at the time, I think that it is interesting that there weren’t other female volunteers or workers because of my previous experiences volunteering. I enjoyed working at the DRM because it was a very different experience for me. I usually don’t do too much volunteer work, but I can see how this could become someone’s lifestyle. Helping people is really satisfying, because you are helping someone out with no expectation of anything in return, when really you end up getting a whole lot in return in terms of a life experience. Ray, David, and Nick had all seemed to make a full time job out of helping people. I didn’t really know too much about all of their backgrounds and why they chose a job like this. There was one other volunteer there that I had a short conversation with. He told me that he was there because he had to do community service and had to be there due to some infraction. So I suppose some people volunteer because they have to due to some sort of infraction they’ve had with the law. I also learned from the experience with the man and his lasagna. Because people who are homeless don’t have many choices, it can be important for them to control the things they can. He may have seemed picky, simply because it is important for him to feel like he has a choice in certain things. I think this was the biggest lesson I learned. People who are homeless aren’t necessarily being picky for the hell of it but rather because it could be important for them to feel like they still have a choice in life. Much of their lives seem to be determined by things outside of themselves and so how their food is presented to them is one of the things that make them feel as if they have some choice and control over what happens to them. This was a very significant concept for me to understand, because I felt as if they were being ungrateful when really there was some larger understanding behind their behavior. Ray also was able to inform me of the main reasons for which people become homeless. Many people who are homeless are mentally ill and also in many cases people simply don’t have any form of identification and therefore cannot get a stable job and are stuck doing odd jobs which don’t allow them to make ends meet. From the experience, it also seemed as if the homeless population consisted mostly of men, but that may have only been the case for the DRM.

A very interesting and informative part of volunteering at the DRM was the stories that Ray told of the different men he encountered at the shelter. In one story he told of a man and his two children who were homeless. The father had broken into an old station wagon where he and his children slept at night while he also kept watch from the front seat. This man was unable to get a job because he didn’t have any form of identification. This man also made a game out of homelessness for his children by telling his son that they were going to act like the pioneers and sleep outside for the night. This part of the story reminded me of a scene in The Pursuit of Happyness where Chris Gardner tells his son that they are cavemen and have to find a cave for the night which ends up being the men’s bathroom of a subway station. From this story I also found that it contradicted the belief that people can get out of homelessness by obtaining a job. Many homeless people don’t have the documentation or identification which will allow them to even obtain a job. I didn’t really consider the problem of documentation in relation to homelessness at first and this experience enlightened me. I learned a lot from this experience and would do it again in a heartbeat.