Sunday, June 12, 2011

Sunday Memories: The Door



I didn't know the youth center was named after a verse in the new testament. When, in 1972, I called their hot-line off a card someone had handed me, all I knew was I had a bottle of aspirin in my hand and was thinking that if I took all of them, something would give.

Once there, all I knew was that from 4 or 5 in the afternoon until 10 at night it was the best hangout in the world - cute guys from every neighborhood in the city, plus runaways from like other states none of us New Yorkers knew anything about, but who cared because did I mention those boys were cute? For a thirteen year old girl from the Lower East Side, it was heaven. Only in hindsight, years later, did I understand how this youth center kept me out of serious trouble, both from myself and from others.

The youth center got bigger and moved from 12th Street and Fifth Avenue (now Gotham Bar and Grill) to 18th Street and Sixth Avenue (now Bed, Bath & Beyond) and from there to Broome Street. By that time I had aged out.

Still, before I turned 22, it was this place that made sure I stayed healthy with free medical, got fed dinner four nights a week after I was on my own but didn't know how to cook and more important than anything, made sure that when my landlady tried to illegally evict me, I got legal help and was able to keep my lease and my home.

Thirty-nine years later, I get to walk through my door now because there was a Door to walk through then.

3 comments:

mybabyjohn said...

Lovely tribute. It's always good to remember those who have helped us.

Melanie said...

Lovely tribute. An oasis of kindness is invaluable. The LES/EV needs places where kids can come together and share ideas and learn essentials of life in a safe environnment.This effects all involved in a positive way. Thanks for sharing your story.

Alana said...

wow, what a memory! the city needs more places like this, as one can easily feel isolated with no one to turn to, especially in this day and age of self absorbtion.