Do you ever think about how great something was? As a child it could be going to a theme park, as an adult It could be going on a cruise. I used to be able to do that, but now I’m sitting next to a train station on flinders street with a cardboard sign telling people that I’m homeless with 2 kids. What do you think if you see someone who is homeless, feel sorry and give them money? Look at them in disgust? Or do you get frightened of them and walk away fast? Homeless people want none of these, they don’t want you to feel sorry for them. It makes them feel like they are lesser to you, but we are not. We want help. We want to be able to make a living, if it’s for our self, for our pets, or for our kids. If you think we just are not good enough
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But after years of service it shut down because they couldn’t afford to have me. For the next few months I couldn’t find a job. I lost my home, my food and my life. I eventually became homeless, I remember the first night like it happened yesterday. I left my house which I no longer lived In, I had some clothes and that was it. I remember catching a tram to the city with the last few dollars on my myki. I recall walking past a group of drunk homeless people seeing that I was here for the first night, I will always remember one calling me “fresh meat” like I was a new inmate in a prison. I vividly remember walking around until I finally saw a spot, i sat down and lyed on the grass. It felt so weird to not be pulling up my sheet for extra warmth, all i could feel was my head laying on wet grass. I remember waking up in that morning thinking i would walk into my living room to make a coffee. No, just me waking up seeing others walk around me to their lovely lives. Now if you think this is gonna be a fairy tale ending where someone walks up and gives me a job and we all lived happily ever after. Then you’re wrong, even after writing this i’m still homeless. Not all homeless people get the happy ever after, so remember that. Remember that if you someone you see on the street who is crying out for help, dont just look at them in sympathy, disgust or sadness. Don’t even give them money and walk off, talk to them, listen to their story. They might be the light of your
But after years of service it shut down because they couldn’t afford to have me. For the next few months I couldn’t find a job. I lost my home, my food and my life. I eventually became homeless, I remember the first night like it happened yesterday. I left my house which I no longer lived In, I had some clothes and that was it. I remember catching a tram to the city with the last few dollars on my myki. I recall walking past a group of drunk homeless people seeing that I was here for the first night, I will always remember one calling me “fresh meat” like I was a new inmate in a prison. I vividly remember walking around until I finally saw a spot, i sat down and lyed on the grass. It felt so weird to not be pulling up my sheet for extra warmth, all i could feel was my head laying on wet grass. I remember waking up in that morning thinking i would walk into my living room to make a coffee. No, just me waking up seeing others walk around me to their lovely lives. Now if you think this is gonna be a fairy tale ending where someone walks up and gives me a job and we all lived happily ever after. Then you’re wrong, even after writing this i’m still homeless. Not all homeless people get the happy ever after, so remember that. Remember that if you someone you see on the street who is crying out for help, dont just look at them in sympathy, disgust or sadness. Don’t even give them money and walk off, talk to them, listen to their story. They might be the light of your