I’ve been homeless since December, 2015. I’ve been homeless now longer than I would have expected to be. I lost my job, and I figured I could just get a new job, but it’s just turned out to be a little harder than I expected. Then, I keep losing things, you know, having them stolen from me, and then losing my hopes of being able to keep a job or something because it’s hard to keep a job when you haven’t got the phone to get the work orders and things like that. A person really don’t realize what they expect, and what happens is a lot of different things, you know, by just the circumstances of life.
The hardest thing about being homeless is not being able to help other people. Seeing other people homeless and wanting to do something for them and maybe give them a place to stay for the night or a ride or something like that. It’s just hard for me because I like to help people.
I would like people to know that I’m not this way normally. I would like for them to know that I do have aspirations in life, to have a home, to pay my bills, to just be a part of the human race, the normal, I guess you could say, human race. What we’re all expected to be. We’re all expected to work and get our own food and I want to be part of that.
Being homeless has taught me to not be so proud and so prideful to think it could never happen to you, because you’re just a step away from it every day. Something can happen, someone can die in your life, sickness could happen to befall you, thousands of reasons homelessness could happen. Appreciate the moments and be thankful. And be thankful for the bad times.
My dream is to get off the street. Be able to give back for the opportunities I’ve been given. And things people have helped me with and everything, I’d like to be able to give that back to other people that need it worse than I do even to this day.
I want people to just be aware that homeless people are people too. That they care and they love. They’ve got families and everything else, and they may just be broke up with them right now. It’s just a lesson from the Father above you know, it’s just something they gotta learn that they haven’t learned yet. Maybe when they learn that they’ll get set right off the street.
I think there’s always a lesson we just don’t get somewhere in our lives. God is just going to keep on trying to teach us this lesson, you know, until we get it. And then things change, that’s when our blessings come. Who knows, I may be on the street to help somebody. To learn something, for myself or for them. That lesson is I never thought I’d be homeless. I didn’t come from that type of family. My dad worked his poor little self to death, till his dying day worked his fingers to the bone you know to make sure that we got what we wanted and needed and everything. I would’ve never seen him homeless. But like I say, it can happen to anyone.