There is a finite end for too many on the streets and it is not a warm bed and roof over their heads. The solution mindset has left the game of working with the homeless and it just manage and keep them less desperate then they were yesterday. A lousy game to play with people’s lives. The end is isolation, separation and even at times waking up dead. I know of one homeless man who this one night knew his friend was in trouble changed his sleeping location, that friend died that night, but did not die alone.
Simply My Family’s Final Words
Hey this is Howard, again, I wanted to bring my five friends to you once again, I know nothing with you has changed, you are comfortable. But for me and my five friends’ life is always changing and not always for the good. I hope some of the previous pages got you thinking, upset and motivated to maybe start changing the way you think and feel about the homeless and struggling of this society and world. But, enough, let’s visit our friends one last time.
Remember me, I am Deb, nothing good has come to me or changed for he good. My daughter is no longer with me, I had to send her to away for safety sake, she is living with a family member. I miss her so. I found shelter, home or program to protect or help me, so I run, I hide and pray that he won’t find, so I remain homeless and unemployed.
Hey y’all this is where Cowboy would normally step in and speak to you, but I am Corry and I will now have to speak for my friend. He has died, no it was no drugs, alcohol or natural causes. He died of a serious and wide spread illness that is all too common out here on the streets, it is called hopelessness. He committed suicide a few weeks back, the train could not stop in time. He served this country and this country did not help my friend.
I am Tom, I am mad and angry and frustrated! I was hurt on the hob, doing my job by the book, following orders and instructions and not breaking the rules and guess what I do not qualify for Disability, no I do not! Injured on the job, unable to see well enough to work in my profession safely anymore, but not disabled, how am I to survive and pay my bills and get off the streets. No, I understand life is not fair and not balanced, but when I do the things I am trained to do, and this is the hand I am dealt and then society turns on you, it hurts and makes you bitter and makes you want to quit and give up.
Remember me, Mike, I lost my entire family on that one fateful day. Hopelessness has swallowed me up, there is literally no reason for me to go on, and I can find no joy, peace or strength in anything that is here on this earth. I wish to be gone and with them, but do not even have the strength to try and ‘check out,’ for fear that I will fail, but I feel like a ghost walking around here. I can only wish someone would take this blanket off of me and show me how to live again, is it possible?
It’s me, yeah, don’t recognize me do you, no way, I have morphed into the ‘new and better,’ me! Yup I have decided to become what the life and the streets and the foster homes instructed me to become when they could have made a difference and they did not. So, I made up my mind, tossed away from childhood, no cared, no one was interested, no one thought I matter, so now I will just go into the street life and engage that life and be that life, good bye world.
I a m Howard, I am signing off now, these are my friends, I wish there was help for them. No not all are redeemable, but the clear majority are. If we could but get housing first, what a change we could all see and engage in. Jobs, school, training, medical, social services all fall into a pattern if we could just get housing and think we would be out of your sight and hair.
Will You Allow to Continue That Which Destroys Life & It’s Beauty
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Will You Simply Stop and be Kind, Merciful
