Having once been homeless and living on handouts of change to eat at 99 cent all you can eat places and soup kitchens, sleeping on doorsteps and trolley stops and sidewalks and having guns pulled on me for cigarettes...I would carefully like to choose homeless folks who are not of the ones who don't want to get off the street( met many of those while out there who love to work the system) but those who need a hand up, a first step to get out of that cycle. I needed a roof and some clothes. I needed someone to believe in me...someone to make me believe in myself. That is something we ALL need, no matter whether you are homeless or not. Yet at that point inmy life....I wanted someone to do that for me, and yet I wanted to die. I was so embarrassed, praying that no one who knew me would see me...ever.
Life has changed and thankfully I am no longer on the streets. The scary part is despite the fact I have a good job paying better than I have EVER made in my life and have been there since 1999, they soon will be offshoring /outsourcing our jobs and in the town I live in, the possibility of finding another job of the same category is bleak. We ALL live just a paycheck away from homelessness....and I am so afraid of being there again. I don't think I'd make it a 2nd time. But I always to this day, offer help in some fashion to those I can. From giving every year to Strive/ Second Chance here in town, that helped me...to Father Joes' Village....to just a pack of smokes to someone ...a meal...something....I know what it is like having lived it.