When we got off the train in York, I saw a man sitting on the floor with his cup in front of him, so I bought him something to eat. However, he didn’t want to talk. That’s his choice, but he was grateful that I fed him.

Later in the day, I saw another man so I sat and talked to him for a while and gave him something to eat. I was talking to him about Jesus and he told me he was Christian so I gave him a ‘Why Jesus Booklet’; He was very grateful.

Then I met Mr A, his story broke my heart. He in his 30s he lost his partner last year. This loss deeply affected him leading him to say that he “hit the ale. ” Mr A turned to drinking as a way to cope with his pain and loneliness. His struggle reminded me of how important it is to support one another through difficult times.

He shared his experience of visiting the Chapel of Rest while his partner was there. Each visit was difficult and filled him with sadness. This constant sadness affected his mental health deeply.

As a result he found it hard to get out of bed and take care of his young daughter. The weight of his grief made daily life feel overwhelming and challenging.
Mr A’s story was a stark reminder of how quickly life can unravel. He’d lost everything: his partner, his job, his home, and now, most heartbreakingly, his daughter was in care.

He didn’t want me to leave him; he was just so grateful that I sat talking to him. I gave him a Bible, and he kissed it with tears in his eyes. I pray for them all, but talking to Mr A broke me. Everyone else just walked by, ignoring him.