The Kids on the Bridge

My friends Donna and Lance Harrison have become frequent visitors to the bridge and they took and made this fantastic video of the nightly happenings there.  In the J-peg that’s me in the funny hat and a few of the kids singing songs that I taught them right there on the bridge. Their favorite song is Stand By Me. So at least instead of begging or stealing they’re “singing for their supper” for the time they spend with us on the bridge.

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I know also that three of the girls are sisters because their mother came to the bridge one night carrying yet another infant. I gave her a meal but told her not to come back and now I send home extra food with them when the donations meet the cost. The reason I told her not to come back is because the bridge would probably become quickly overwhelmed with hungry families and rapidly fall into complete chaos and I’d be finished. But the “carrot” that can perhaps be offered to some is that if we can feed the family their kids can get out of the begging and stealing business and into school. That’s one goal of The Kids on the Bridge.