Most normal people who live in houses or apartments, "insiders" I call them, have very little knowledge of what it's like to live on the street. My mom asked me a couple of months ago if I got my birthday card in the mail. I asked her what address she sent it to. Then I reminded her that I didn't have an address and how could I possibly receive it? One good thing about not having an address is that it's hard for bill collectors to get hold of you. These days, those are the only people that call me during the day. The lack of an address can be a question mark when you're looking for work. What address do you put on your resume? Where does a prospective employer send an acceptance letter or rejection letter?
It's scary to think how close the wolf actually is to the door. I happen to know a lot of people who are only a paycheck or two away from being homeless. A couple instances of bad luck close enough together and wham bang!, you're in my shoes. Whether it's Providence or just luck, somehow they scrape by, week by week and year after year. They may be alive but I don't call that "living", it's just survival.
I've decided that instead of feeling sorry for myself I'm going to look at this as an adventure and a learning experience. So, what have I learned? - a lot of things which will become future blog topics."To make a man happy, fill his hands with work, his heart with affection, his mind with purpose, his memory with useful knowledge, his future with hope, and his stomach with food." -- Frederick E. Crane
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