Help Jesse Find His Family!
This is Jesse Fonta, appearing to be just a homeless man on the streets of San Francisco. He’s actually an Italian immigrant who was kidnapped at the age of 2 and sold on the black market. After giving him dinner, I talked to him for hours and promised to spread his video to help him find his family.
After giving him a home made hat, this young man chose to be my guide to the homeless community for the day. I took him out to eat in a restaurant afterwards and he said in amazement, “This is the first real conversation I’ve had in a long time…”
Made some friends in San Francisco today! Gave homeless people hats and they loved them.
Be ready for it. Soon.
When I see a homeless man, I think “there must have been some point when you were held and cared for as a baby.” To lose that, to never be held again, is the most horrific sorrow I could imagine.
Think of those out in the rain and snow this winter.
Just finished a new hat!
To buy it: https://www.etsy.com/listing/102539477/cute-pink-and-rainbow-beanie
Maybe I’m a Sucker…
A young, homeless man playing guitar on a curb in Cambridge yelled out to me, “I like it when pretty girls give me money!” I smiled in spite of myself and gave him a couple bucks.
A woman picking up trash along a main street in Boston… Wow, cool.
My Prison Penpal
Got my first reply from him and apparently TONS of people crochet in jail. They make everything: bears, blankets, hats, little sweaters, etc. Just imagining this makes me unbelievably happy.
So I just realized, I’m going through a lavender phase, I love it.
After requests, I finally made a beard.
A new hat made with Adrienne Vittadini yarn. Wool, alpaca, mohair, and nylon.
My shell scarf finished!
A day after I made the sign, I took this picture. It rained the next day, but I at least made three people happy. :)
Just bought a drop spindle for $10, free shipping and handling, on ebay. Woot!
"A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones” (Nelson Mandela). Join my journey as I fight to bring attention to the unloved, spread their stories, and reveal their unique smiles. We see the faces of lonely men and women every day; too many times I kept walking. If you have ever felt unloved or alone, take up a hook or some needles and join me on the battle field. It's time to break through this societal barrier of isolation one hat at a time.