What's my biggest weakness?

  • What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
  • What’s the favorite place that you’ve ever been?
  • If you could go anywhere in the world for two weeks, all expenses paid, where would you go?
  • What’s your biggest strength?
  • What’s your biggest weakness?


Questions. These 5 questions enable me to get a snapshot into how a person ticks.

If I am trying to get to know someone, these are my go-to questions.
I perfected these questions in the three months that I worked at Trader Joe’s in between leaving Liquid Church, and while I fundraised to work at New York City Relief.
Working the register was the perfect time to get to know someone, to build relationship.
For 3-8 minutes, depending on the size of the cart, I had people’s undivided attention.

Sure, I could just scan groceries and comment on what they purchased, but why miss the opportunity to learn about someone new. Plus, from a business perspective, it’s great to build relationship with your customers in unique ways, so that they remember their trip and it’s not just grocery shopping - it’s an personalized experience.

I use these questions to hone into the heart of a person. Starting with a simple, but also meaningful question - there’s always a story or explanation behind the most beautiful thing someone has seen - working up to the more in depth questions of strengths and weaknesses.
A person’s engagement level to my previous questions tell me whether or not to approach the last two questions. If someone is truly honest and vulnerable, knowing their biggest strength and weakness will enable you to greatly build up or tear down that person.
One of my biggest goals when it comes to knowing and loving people, is to build up and encourage them in their strengths and to cover or protect them in their weaknesses.

I have been so incredibly frustrated for the past month when it comes to expressing myself and putting down what I am learning in writing because of what my weakness is - with the ending result being that I haven’t written anything.

My biggest weakness is that I am a people pleaser. I want you to like me. My fear of doing something that someone won’t like or agree with 100% keeps me from saying, doing, or writing a lot of things. Although, the ability to be a neutral player that generally gets along with all types and sides of people is definitely a strength and not something I regret in myself, but when I don’t speak up out of fear, that’s when it has the the potential to become a weakness.
I cannot live in fear. We cannot live in fear, we weren’t created to live in fear. Fear is not ok.


This past weekend I met a man and experienced a story that literally broke me down in anguish and tears. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I did, but knowing that it didn’t fit the perfect story box with a perfect answer, I refrained from writing it publicly... until now.

On Saturday I had the honor of meeting a man named Arturo. Arturo arrived at The Relief Bus in the South Bronx by nothing short of a miracle. Arturo’s journey to the bus started 3 days earlier in Mexico when his family and friends gave him $2500 to pay a smuggler to get him across the border and into the USA. Stay with me.

Three years ago, Arturo’s wife died of brain cancer. This left him alone with his 10 year old daughter and 6 year old son. A year ago, a hurricane hit his small city, destroying his home and forcing him to move into a school gymnasium with his kids and his mother.
No job, no home, small kids and no hope.

His mother came to him and said he had to leave to find employment in America or they would all die. He said he didn’t want to, he said that there had to be another way. He didn’t know where he would go, what he would do, he had no money, and most of all, didn’t want to leave his family.
But, against all these odds, there still was no hope for anything where he was, so he left.

Through hitchhiking and walking, 3 days later, he happened to end up in the middle of the South Bronx, at the exact time and day of the week that New York City Relief’s Relief Bus was there to provide inclusion, love, food, and direction on what to do next.

I know that there are some people reading this that are done reading because “he can’t be here” no matter the reason, it’s illegal and he should be deported immediately. I hear you, I really do.
There just has to be a better answer though. This isn’t a statistic or theory. This is a man with kids trying to do the best for them that he can possibly do - even if that means leaving them in hopes of finding work in a foreign place and sending money home so they can live.
That is heartbreaking!

The more I follow Jesus, the more this type of thing hurts my heart. People matter. All people. Not just Americans. Everyone matters. I love this country and I am so thankful that I was born here, but to say that because someone happened to be born somewhere else, then too bad, just doesn’t work for me.
I don’t have the answers, I know it’s “more complicated”, but when it comes down to it, my job is to love without borders, and that’s what my volunteers and I did.
We connected him with a few options for shelters, clothing, and food. We encouraged him and prayed for him before sending him to a place that would provide some safe next steps.

As my heart has broken over and over again the past 2 years of doing this and working with people in similar situations as Arturo, I have prayed and asked God if I should go to a foreign country to love these people there and I strongly heard “no”.
I was told to be an advocate - to work and love on their behalf here.
So, that’s what I am going to do.

My goal in all I do is to be Jesus. To be the physical representation of what Jesus would be and say and do if He were here today. Do I get that right everyday? Nope, definitely not, but I am earnestly working on it every day that I am given to do so.  

Thank you for loving and encouraging me in my strengths.
Thank you just as much for covering and protecting me in my weaknesses.

Much love my friends!

*Please feel free to share this if you think it might help someone else.*

 

My saddest 30 minutes.

 

 

You all hear my stories and see what I do. My full-time job is to love the homeless and forgotten people of this world. I try to convey my feelings of heartbreak and frustration so that you might have some feeling of compassion or possibly look at these people differently than you might have before. I don’t speak from the position of experience to the situation, but rather from a place of empathy.

I have never been homeless. I haven’t had a life trauma happen that rendered me incapacitated to move forward in life. There’s never been a time when an addiction to something has taken complete control of my life. I was born with a sound mind and raised in a family that taught me what’s acceptable and right.

 

What allows me to write the things I do is my willingness to put myself in vulnerable positions with people who haven’t experience life in the same way I have. Through these experiences, I am able to truly see things as they are - not just look at a situation and assume. This statement was never truer than the situation I put myself in this past Thursday night.

 

 

Let me try tell you about it.

 

I have talked about Maureen before and posted pictures of her. She is one of my favorite people. She’s sweet, caring, and truly trusts God in the most amazing ways.

Maureen sits outside of the entrance to Penn Station, at the corner of 31st Street & 7th Avenue. She is always there - warm or cold. I always look forward to seeing Maureen. She lights up when we see each other and she always gives a great big hug. I have learned that she loves a hot black tea, with LOTS of milk, and a straw. She also loves coffee crumb cake! Every week that I am there I go over to Starbucks and get her the treats she loves and a drink for me, then we just sit and talk for 15 minutes or so. It’s the best! This past week when I saw her though, she was a bit more reserved and I noticed she didn’t have one of her suitcases. 

 

As we start talking, I come to find out that the previous week while taking one her many trips to a hospital for cancer treatments, she had her bags stolen. So now, instead of sitting in her folding chair someone had given her, she was sitting on a broken milk crate. Instead of wearing the new shoes a passer-by had provided her with, she was wearing open toe sandals. Her hair was not brushed because her brush was in the stolen bag and this woman who is usually bright was now extinguished. So heartbreaking and frustrating.

 

Luckily, Johanna, a co-worker of mine, was also in the area with a group of volunteers and they offered to go get Maureen a new hairbrush and finding out about her shoes, a pair of those as well! In order to get her the right kind of shoes and hairbrush, they asked Maureen if she wanted to go with them, and she did.

Knowing someone needed to stay with her remaining belongings, I volunteered.

 

So, there I am. Alone, on the broken crate. This will be a good learning experience I thought, to sit in her place for a little bit while they ran to the store. It won’t be that long, it won’t be too bad.

 

It was a very busy night. It was rush hour, trains departing to head back to New Jersey, out to Long Island or upstate NY. In addition to the commuter traffic, there was a Rangers game getting ready to start at Madison Square Garden a block away. Fans everywhere getting ready for a good night.

Then there was me. The guy sitting on the broken crate in the middle NYC. Alone.

 

I started out trying to make eye contact and smile at people. I love smiling! I love being the happy and fun guy, that’s who I am, so why change that for the situation? As I started looking at people I couldn’t get anyone to look at me. Every so often someone would glance at me, but then quickly look away. Now I know, this is NYC, everyone is busy, no one makes eye contact. But, as I quickly found, that just wasn’t true.

 

People started looking at me, then shaking their head in disgust. People took the long way around me to the door further away. One lady purposely put herself between me and her kids.

I started to get cold. It was windy and I hadn’t worn enough layers.

Not a single person said hi or smiled.

Is this really what it feels like? It had only been 20 minutes. My eyes filled with tears. (Like they are now as I rethink and write this - in the middle of Starbucks)

 

How dare you? I help the homeless, I’m not homeless! I’m a husband, a dad. I serve my state in the Army. I live my life to help others. You don’t know me, how can you assume what you want about me? How can you be disgusted by me without even knowing me? My heart was broken, my attitude hardened - and this was in 30 minutes. At that moment. Maureen and the ladies came back from their shopping trip. All I could do was just hug Maureen.

 

Before I left, I asked her if she ever gets frustrated or mad by people’s attitudes towards her, she said, “Yes, people can be very mean at times.”

 

Then I asked if people are ever nice and loving, to which she replied, “I have met some of the most beautiful people and Angles out here.”

 

In just 30 minutes, I was able to be knocked down to nothing. And that’s me, I can reason with my mind about people’s intent. They’re busy, they are in a hurry, they were burned once by someone and cannot forget that moment. Despite all of that reasoning, it still didn’t take away the feeling of despair inside of me. How must people who have been homeless for years feel? What must a “hello” or a smile do for someone’s heart and life? Have I ever contributed to these feelings? God, please let me see people differently. Please, let me take the time to at least smile and say “hi”, despite how much I am in a hurry.

Can you do the same? Please?

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I have said this many times, but for consistency’s message: You never know what someone is going through or has got thru to get them to where they are. Everyone struggles with stuff, some people’s stuff is easier to hide than others.

 

For this instance it is a homeless person, or someone who just looks differently than you or me. Other cases could be your boss that’s in wrong, your friend that is speaking out of frustration, or your spouse that is driving you crazy. Stop for a moment. Don’t just react. Wait and be slow to speak, or slow to judge character as a whole based on the present, outward, facts.

 

I am learning this on repeat as it seems in my life right now. Maybe it will help others that need to learn it as well. Slow to speak, quick to listen. Slow to speak, quick to listen. Be humble. Love.

 

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Maureen's spot

Maureen's spot