Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Chloe and I met Ghost our first night in San Francisco. We had spent the day walking around downtown trying to figure out where we were going to sleep for the night. We eventually found a patch of grass up against a building and although we assumed the cops would come along and make us leave, we decided that it was worth the risk. Grass is much more comfortable than concrete. Around 1:00 a.m. I woke up to what I thought was rain hitting my sleeping bag but when I pulled it off my my head, I was sprayed in the face by sprinklers. I jumped up, yelled at Chloe, threw my sleeping bag off the grass and then went back for my backpack. Chloe and I walked around with our wet sleeping bags in our arms until we found a place to sit so that we could figure out what to do next. That's when Ghost walked by and asked us for a cigarette. We gave him one and he sat down and introduced himself. He told us that he knew of a place right around the corner where we could sleep without being bothered.
The three of us stayed in that spot for the next four days because it felt safe and nobody seemed to care that we were there. During the day, Chloe would go to the library across the street to work and I would walk around the city with Ghost. He became like a brother to me in a very short time and it broke my heart when we had to say goodbye because a friend had offered us a bed and we knew that we couldn't take him with us. The first two days after finding a home, I was able to find Ghost and bring him along as we ventured around the city making plans for our Shine that would take place the following weekend. On the third day, he was no where to be found and Chloe and I got busy trying to organize a successful event. All the while I couldn't stop thinking of Ghost and hoping that we would run into him again. Sadly, Pride Day in San Francisco was the last I ever saw him. My eyes fill up with tears knowing that I will probably never see him again and I never even got a chance to say a final goodbye.
Ghost was an incredible young man, our angel in disguise who made us feel safe in a place filled with drugs and violence. At times he would pull out his guitar and play for us as we waited for night to fall. He was a bright shining light in our lives and I don't think he ever knew it. Before us, Ghost wondered the streets alone, not knowing what it was to have friends, to be loved and cared for. You could see the intense pain and sorrow in his eyes, the fear and loneliness. I wanted to keep him with me forever, show him the love and support that he deserved and so desperately needed. I like to think that we were able to give him that, even if it was only for a short time. I just wish that I could've done more.
We will carry Ghost in our hearts forever and we want to shine a light on him... Because it is for Ghost and others like him that we continue to walk.
- Little Lion