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I think “life lesson”, my boys think “homeless man’s toilet water”

Soooo… I’m driving home with my boys tonight and an old Cheryl Crow song comes on..  I, like always, .. give them a little background of the artist and why I love them…

Me:

And also.. when I was bar-tending downtown, there was this homeless man whom I loved.  He was batshit crazy.. Like, really crazy.  But I loved him.  Sometimes when you work in a city, you either take the same train, same subway or walk the same streets.. and you see the same homeless people day after day.. you can ignore them or talk to them.  I ignored some, and talked to some..  This man.. he called himself  Dr. John..   I talked to all of the time.  I gave him money, I bought him food, I bought him drinks, and occasionally I would buy him coffee and listen while he talked…

He loved music.. Most of all he loved jazz and blues.  There was (is) a band called Blues Traveler.   They were opening for Cheryl Crow, who I  was going to see.  I had extra money and  the show was close to where he slept , so I bought him a ticket.  He was soo grateful.   I told him I would buy him 2 beers.   He had his 2 beers and then came back with a third.  I said “Dr. John!  Where did you get that drink??   and he said “it was on top the urinal.. someone left a perfectly good beer there, can you believe it?”

The boys laughed….

“Mommy! Did he drink pee????”

NO!!  Well, I don’t think so… I think he just apparently was not concerned with germs..  Anyhoo..  he  had the BEST time… he danced and frolicked and loved the music.  It was the 90′s and people wore overalls back then.  I was wearing a tube top under overalls with combat boots. (it was a good look..don’t judge)..  Dr. John was so grateful for the experience he kept hugging me… and then every-time I turned my head, I could smell homeless on my shoulder….     At the end of the concert he invited me and your aunt Sue back to his “fire” so he could repay us by cooking us breakfast.. He was very proud cuz he had 2 eggs.   We declined.. So he reached into his pocket and came up with 2 crackers, a few peanuts, and some lint…  “anyone want a cracker?”…   we thanked him and said no…

The boys were mesmerized by the story.

So, do ya’ll understand why I told you this story?

Yeah..  never eat crackers from a homeless person’s pocket.

Uh.. well.. that’s a good lesson too… but I’m trying to tell you that sometimes people need something… anything…  and if  you have the means to give it and get nothing in return, you just do it. … sometimes you do stuff for others just because it feels good and you will remember it 20 years later.

And also don’t eat homeless cracker or drink urinal water?

{sigh}.. yeah… and that…


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15 Responses to "I think “life lesson”, my boys think “homeless man’s toilet water”"

  1. Andrea says:

    I love your conversations with your kiddos!!

  2. Colby says:

    Good story, and a lesson your boys won’t forget.

  3. Tanaya says:

    That’s a great story… This is how are little loved ones sometimes have a total different view on this world.

    Thanks for sharing

  4. Kerri says:

    What ever happened to Dr. John? I need to know! Can’t help myself.

    1. Hot Mess Mom says:

      dunno!! I moved to Seattle and when I moved back, I didn’t see him much. I get texts occasionally from old bartending friends that say “Dr John spotting!!!” .

  5. mia says:

    I love this story. I love that you befriended him. I worked with a schizophrenic man who everyone hated because he was grumpy and barked at everyone, but I absolutely loved him and one time when I was walking past him, he reached out from his walker and smacked me on the butt. I thought it was endearing. Anyway….was Dr. John a real doctor at one point? Was he a smarty-pants???

    1. Hot Mess Mom says:

      supposedly he had several doctorates.. He had 4 daughters who lived all over the country. He kept one side of his face shaved and hair short. The other side had a mustache, beard, and long hair. He said it was his “man side” and “animal side”. When it would get cold , I’d bring him blankets and clothes and offer to call his daughters.. He would laugh and say “hell no,… .they’ll want me to live in a house! with THEM!! ” lol.. he was the best..

  6. Julie says:

    I’ve had some relationships like that. It never ceases to amaze me what random crap my boys will take away from a story….

  7. dana says:

    This is a great and inspiring story…

  8. Misty says:

    Oh come ON. Those boys got the important lessons from that story!

    But wait, I must know . . . were they overall SHORTS or long pants? Because, sadly, I remember that look. My hubs still thinks it’s hot. Sigh. Oh the 90′s.

  9. MANDA says:

    That was awesome!!Thanks!

  10. Bitchy Mom says:

    this is one of those awesome conversations that you’ll always remember ;) I can’t wait for my son to be old enough for those!

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  12. Sue says:

    Really great story!

  13. Bobbie says:

    I love reading your blogs. And your Facebook updates. They all make me smile and laugh.

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