Friday, November 21, 2008

Adventure and Humility in the Lowcountry

Walking is certainly the most intimate way to explore a city. It allows you to interact with people, freely indulge your directional whims, and soak in the sights, sounds, and smells of city life in a way that vehicles simply cannot match. One caveat is in order for the potential city trekker: Don't overdo it!

Anxious to get underway and resolute in remaining on foot for the entire adventure, I overlooked the fact that my physical activity over the past few weeks was limited to waiting tables and typing on my computer. Neither activity is sufficient preparation for 10 miles of walking with 60 pounds of gear. Amidst stunning views from the Cooper River Bridge and the charming street life of downtown Charleston with its horse-drawn carriages, historical architecture, lively streets and smiling faces, my left foot developed a pinch, nothing more than a nuisance. Over the course of the next two days, the pinch gave way to an ache, then a throb, and finally produced an unbearable pain that forced me to abandon walking and acquiesce to humility: "Mom, will you pick me up?"

Why did I walk so much? Why not just take a cab? Well, part of the experiment was to get used to my backpack and equipment. It turns out I need to invest in some sturdy hiking boots. Lesson learned.

In the two days that my feet were fully functional, however, I managed to spend a good bit of time working at Crisis Ministries. Located just off the Cooper River Bridge, Crisis Ministries is South Carolina's largest provider of services to homeless people. In their own words: "Crisis Ministries provides social services, primary and mental healthcare and counseling in addition to the basic needs of food and shelter to over 150 homeless men, women and children every night."

What I found most important about Crisis Ministries was their focus on helping guests of the shelter return to self-sufficiency. Far from just being a soup kitchen or homeless shelter, Crisis Ministries provides a Social Worker to every guest to help identify potential barriers to success, create goals and develop a realistic plan to achieving self-sufficiency.

I mainly worked with the Soup Kitchen, which serves over 250 lunches daily to anyone in the area who needs a hot, nutritious meal (you do not need to be an overnight guest of the homeless shelter to have lunch). After serving lunch on the second day, I grabbed a tray, sat down in the dining hall, and chatted with a guy named Mark.

Mark, perhaps in his late 40s, turned out to have a fascinating story, which he relayed to me as we feasted on hearty beef stew, roasted Yukon gold potatoes, and a delicious fruit salad that I had stirred to perfection earlier. Six years ago he had a small business in Pennsylvania, a couple of trucks, and a comfortable living. After an unwarranted lawsuit forced him to "dissolve", or sell off all his assets, and leave the state, he began his life as a tried and true traveler. Now he owns a backpack, some clothes, and does general temp labor when he can find it to afford food.

He was on his way south to St. Petersburg, Florida for the winter. A couple of years ago, he got frostbite on his hands while braving the winter up north and now migrates south to warmer weather. Most of his traveling is done on foot. This year alone he has logged in nearly 1,000 miles, and it is another 450+ miles to St. Petersburg. My 10 miles around Charleston and the resulting foot pain sort of lost all effect.

Once our trays were emptied, Mark looked up and said in his gruff northern accent, "Great to meet ya, James. Good luck." With a warm smile, a grateful nod and the shake of a frostbitten hand, Mark and I parted ways. In honor of Mark's humbling story, I decided to tough out the injured foot and walk the final 2.5 miles to the couch I was crashing on for the night.

It may have been an in-town adventure, one close to the creature comforts of home (and saving grace of mom), but it proved to be more educational and even exciting than I envisioned. Not only did I work out some kinks for the upcoming trip south of the border and meet some extraordinary people, but I learned a few noteworthy life lessons. I think the most important lesson is that adventure is best appreciated with a humble spirit.

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