My daughter Taylor wrote this as a paper for one of her classes at Mount St. Mary's University. Her daddy is proud and I thought you would enjoy.
I pass them everyday. They are always there, without fail. Usually I just walk
around and don’t even give them the time of day; sometimes they get in my face from out of
nowhere, and I flinch, as to avoid fully encountering their presence. Today, however, I
broke my pattern. Today I stopped and let them charm me with their story.
People see bees as two things: a popular Halloween costume and a pesky insect,
buzzing in the ear, relentlessly seeking the nectar that surrounds us. The bees tell me
otherwise. As I watch them, swarming the trashcan like electrons to the nucleus of an atom,
my rhythm syncs with theirs.
I dive into their world and suddenly feel isolated, unwanted. People walk by and don’t even
look at me. The buzz of thought fills my head, and I wonder where they came from. Surely the
campus trashcans are not their natural habitat. Have they been abandoned by their colonies,
left to survive in the man-made wild? Do they have a family or a life away from the Mount?
Empathy for the bees inundates me. I feel their pain, rejected by the world, misunderstood.
Nobody wants them. They stick together as rejects of the world, thriving off the company of
The sting of a bee is undesirable at best. It has always annoyed me, subsequently having to
deal with the throbbing, the itching, the piercing pain, until alas it dissipates. This
sting defines the bees, but now I see that that characterization is perhaps unjust. The bee
stings defensively, not offensively. They do not swarm around in search of their next
victim, but rather only sting when intruded upon. They are not evil and malicious, but
rather guarded and protective. Their desire is not to harm, and passersby remain
But still, people cannot stand them. It seems like such juxtaposition that something as
sweet as honey can come from this seemingly vile insect. If we just got rid of them, people
say, then they would not bother us any more. No more bee stings. No more swarming around our
trashcans. HELLO!!! ATTENTION: WORLD! If we killed off all the bees, then who would
pollinate our plants? The existence of our vegetative food supply lies in their ability to
pollinate, and do not even get me started on a world with out honey!
We are so quick, as a human race, to judge solely based on the qualities that bother us.
Bees are so helpful, yet we write them off because they could potentially sting us. Your
neighbors could be the nicest people in the world, but because of the way they dress, you
won’t talk to them. We are unable to see far enough beyond the traits that we deem
undesirable to find the person within.
I drive past them everyday. They are always there, without fail. Usually I just drive on by
and don’t even give them the time of day; sometimes they come to my window, and I look away,
as to avoid fully encountering their presence. Today, however, is a new day. Today I stop,
and their story captivates me.
Society sees homeless people as two things: lazy and addicted. The homeless tell me
otherwise. I watch them in the park, swarming around the truck that has just come to bring
them food, like bees to a trashcan. Their humanity enthralls me.
I try to immerse myself into their foreign world, but something blocks me. They are too…
human. They are not some animal or insect; they are human beings, just like me, made of the
same fabric. Where are they from? Where is their family? Why have they been abandoned? They
have been rejected by the world. Unwanted. Misunderstood. They form a family on the streets,
united not by what they have in common, but by what they are all lacking – Home.
I feel the sting of loneliness, of hopelessness, in their hearts. It pains me to try to
imagine a life so void of love, but even my attempts fall short of their reality. This sting
does not dissipate; it does not fade over time. It is not temporary.
Every day people pass the homeless by and act as if they do not exist. Why do we fear them?
They will not bother us unless we are bothersome to them. Homeless people are not generally
aggressive; in fact, I have met the most big-hearted, caring and generous people out on the
In Vancouver there is a huge homeless population. For the 2010 Olympics, in an effort to
make the city clean, pretty, and presentable to the nations of the world, the British
Colombian government has decided to give the homeless people a one-way bus ticket out of the
city. WHERE ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO GO??? Homeless people are human beings. Like the bees, they
cannot simply be shipped off, exterminated from their habitat. And like bees we rely on the
homeless. Mother Teresa has a great saying, “When we all get to heaven we are going to owe
a great debt of gratitude to the poor for having brought us closer to God”. They pollinate
our relationship to God and to each other. The hospitality of merely offering a meal
connects one heart to the other.
The state of homelessness, not the people, is transitory if we allow it to be. For this is
not a question of should they stay or should they go. It is a question of how we, as a
society, can create a world in which nobody is forced into living on the streets. It is not
acceptable for them to be pushed out of their natural habitat and forced to swarm where the
What makes the rest of us so much better than the panhandler on the street? Where do we get
the idea that we deserve more or better than they do? There exists this false sense of
superiority because we do not understand their story. We cannot understand what they have
been through. However, if we remove the blinding judgment and approach them with love and
compassion, we have the ability to transform the quality of their lives. We can get them off
the streets and give them another chance at life.
For it is not merely in their existence, but in their ability to be a part of society, that
they find their purpose, and when they find it, when they realize what they have truly been
made for, they produce a honey sweeter and richer than all the bees’ honey in the world.