KaylaGreen

Kayla Green
To start my journal today I would like to start out by saying that the exhibit at the Frist center was not even close to what I thought it would be. I expected the exhibit to be a huge mural made up of the many pictures taken by or of the people involved that were homeless somehow depicting their struggle, their hope, and their success. I was shocked to find once I arrived simply an entire hallway filled with nice inspirational pictures with words or quotes put up there by the people, and one tv that played a video telling about Safe Haven. The pictures were very creative and showed different perspectives depending on the person who wielded the camera. One happy moment from today was when I first arrived at the museum I really enjoy art and I love that it that it’s an amazingly universal way of self expression. Every program that we have had contact with so far has expressed how important that they think art is in the helping people throughout the community. The movie that we watched showed the children at Safe Haven doing art projects at the time they were making bookmarks with their names on them. The sad thing I witnessed today wasn’t when we were at the museum but when we where walking through down town Nashville tonight and saw men sitting on street corners jingling cups asking for money. Sadly it’s something we can observe in every city and it’s something that people working for places like safe haven and the Center for Human Development are trying to help stop. The truth of the matter and my cenacle thought for the day is that I am very happy that they are helping people who actually want help and are able to get it, but I know that no matter what they can only help those who want to help themselves so that means that the problem of homelessness will never go away. I learned that I have a very irritating cold and my other story is that when Jesse was taking us to walmart so that I could grab medicine he left the gas station and completely ran over a median to get to the other side of the street. I’m leaving my journal at that very scary of hilarious memory.