I knew Pete was homeless before I walked up to him and started the conversation. He was selling Big Issues.
For most of my life I’ve walked along streets and I’m ashamed to say I’ve ignored guys like Pete.
Then for a few years I took pity on homeless people, giving them some change when I had it, sometimes buying a Big Issue. But then one morning, six months ago something happened.
I woke from a dream in which I wasn’t feeling any pity at all for homeless people – I was talking to them with genuine interest and an eager want to understand how they ended up on the street.
The sun was shining and the high street was buzzing on a Devon lunchtime as I stood next to Homeless Pete outside a Lloyds TSB Bank.
He tells me he ended up on the street when his old relationship broke down. His GP put him on Prozac. He tells me Prozac wasn’t good for him.
I tell him I once left a relationship. I tell him my GP put me on Prozac too. I share a story with Pete about how a friend of mine called me every day to make sure I was okay until I was off the drug. I tell him how I reversed into a car while I was on it.
I ask Pete how selling the Big Issue has changed his life. He says it has saved him. It got him out amongst people – interacting. He’s been selling Big Issues now for 5 years. He says he enjoys starting before 9am and giving people a smile as they go to work. He says he’s helping them feel happier and that makes him feel good.
‘You feel you’re helping people smile?’ I ask. Amazed that without a home he is even considering anyone else.
‘Oh yeah,’ he smiles.
His dog – which I hadn’t noticed until then – barks at a passing terrier and Pete tells me his dog once belonged to a friend who died. He looks away and swallows. His friend’s death still affects him.
I ask what he’d like to be doing in five years. He says he’d like to live in his own home and get a job as a street cleaner. He says he’d also like to meet Graham Walker.
He tells me Graham used to sell the Big Issue and has now written a book called Unsettled. Pete hands me a Big Issue and shows me a picture of Graham. I can see a twinkle in Pete’s eye. Graham is clearly an idol.
I ask Pete where he sleeps and he tells me he sleeps in the car park, under a roof and that sometimes the police move him on at night. I can’t help wondering what that’s like. My bedroom sometimes feels cold in spring – what’s a winter night like for Pete?
He says he and a friend once saved up the deposit for a house, but he couldn’t find a landlord who would take a dog. I felt his frustration. He’s not going to compromise the dog. It’s a symbol of love. It’s his friend.
But he says the deposit got spent on a trip to his home town.
A lady buys a Big Issue. ‘Careful,’ Pete says, ‘There are some loose papers inside that might blow away.’
The lady thanks him and he turns to me. ‘It happened once before. Loads of paper blew down the street. I picked it up though. I have street cleaner in my blood,’ he boasts.
I talk to Pete about how he gets the house, where a landlord will let him keep the dog and how he finds the job to keep the roof over his head. He says he doesn’t really know, so I tell him what I’d try – simple things that don’t cost money, but that let people – and the Universe know Pete is looking.
He thanks me for my advice and I feel he genuinely means it.
As I walk away his words, ‘I have street cleaner in my blood,’ stick in my head. I turn back and look. His ambition isn’t a big ask – to have a house, a job as a street cleaner and meet Graham Walker – is it?
As I step forward again I wonder why I didn’t connect with homeless people before. Was I embarrassed by my life of luxury? Did I feel sorry because I didn’t know how to help? Was I scared they’d mug me? Did I think they were all druggies? And what else did I have in common with them… except being human?
And that’s it, isn’t it, really. We are all human. We’re all kin. And we’re as strong as a nation as our weakest and most vulnerable links.
It’s easy to send £50 to a victim of Tsunami or pay £10 a month for a child in Africa. We can send our good will gesture and not really get involved. But it is hard to face the man on the town centre high street who is a product of our culture and society.
Pete wants to smile at a passers-by – brighten their day. He wants a roof over his head. He wants a job cleaning the street. Though I bought a Big Issue from Pete, I’d like to think that the time we shared had greater value than the £1.50 a Big Issue costs.
The time he gave me certainly had value.
Neil