The runners on an old Ikea dresser that belonged to my son—and then got handed back to me—finally broke.
Since the drawers would no longer move—and considering their dowels were too loose to hold them together much longer— I finally moved the dresser without the drawers onto the street and called Recology to pick it up.
But before it could do so, a homeless man moved into it.
He tried it out for a few hours. It certainly provided shelter from our still chilly early June winds.
But our street has a lot of passersby and I'm sure
he didn't like their stares because within a few hours
he and the dresser were gone.
I suppose he took it somewhere that gave him more privacy.
Yes, of course I feel awful that he has to live on the street instead of a shelter. Is this by choice?
There is no easy answer to my question. However, had I seen the dresser dweller before he walked off, I would have suggested that he check out Dignity Moves, which is providing tiny-home neighborhoods, not just in San Francisco but throughout California.
Each of us knows someone who needs a helping hand.
Pointing them in the right direction
may put them on a different path in their life journey.
As for my dresser? Well, having someone use it for any reason is better than having it ending up in landfill.
Or worse yet, in the ocean.
But that's a discussion for another day.
