I looked up as I was zipping up my jacket, ready to leave for work and go out through the main gates of our apartament building. I spotted a man who tried to get in. It was clear he wasn’t in a good state, affected by something, maybe drugs. I looked down for a second just to quickly decide how to handel the situation. 

The man started knocking on the door, begging to be let in. I opened the door and told him to go up to the supermarket with me instead, but then I realise he was freezing and about to collapse. I then heared the tone in his voice, desperately asking to be let in. And so I did. 

I called 112 right away and let some electricians working in the basement know that I was upstairs with this man, clearly affected by something. (Did they pass him by on the way in?). 

This young mans name was Martin. And he had spent the whole night out in the freezing snow, as it turned out getting numed by sniffing some chemicals. Probably he stayed out on our neighbours patio. 
Waiting for the ambulans I had called for, I noticed he could communicate somewhat. I went for a blanket and helped him zipp up his jacket as he was so very cold. 

By the first seconds meeting him at the door I realized he wasn’t dangerous, he was desperately asking to be seen and helped. 
I stayed with him, patting his back and talking to him about what was going on until the ambulans came. Then I left. Just as I heard his mumbling words “Thank you so much”… Me, who only did so little. 

I was shoken up. Not so much by the fact of meeting Martin, a person with a drug addiction,  a man in his early 20’s, spending the night in the street. What especially got to me, and made me cry as I walked away was that it happens every day, so close by and most of us are so numed by it, we start to ignore it. We don’t even look at people on the streets as fellow humanbeings, as equals. 

They may have ended up there by making bad choises, having terrible childhoods or just simply by fucking up. But don’t we all sometimes fuck up? And what do we wish for then? My guess is; compassion. And a helping hand. To be seen, and to be heartfelt. ❤ 

I hope you all are warm, loved and seen in some way and that you all send Martin a loving though. ❤ 

Let’s spread the love ❤ ~ Märta