Have you ever been homeless?

Question

Please share your story. How did it happen, and how long did it last? What brought you back into the normalcy of life?
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Answer 1

Yes and I rebuilt my life quickly.

Answer 2

In 1997 I lost my job in California, and had no family to fall back on. I used the last of my savings to place my few keepsakes in storage and lived in my camper. There was a homeless shelter in town for showers, breakfast, laundry and job search. This went well for most of two years, as my health wouldn't let me take just any job. The truck was too expensive for gas, fees and insurance, plus the tranny died on me and there was no hope of paying for that, so I sold it for a song and started camping out with other homeless guys. Sometimes my church would let me sleep over in exchange for groundskeeping. Finally, my pastor helped me get disability pay, and I've been able to cover rent with that, so I'm "off the streets". During my homeless time I observed 3 types of homeless: folks down on their luck; folks unable to function well(mental); folks who didn't care about themselves or life in general to make an effort-the drunks and druggies. I learned to keep a neat appearance and a low profile; when camping, arrive late and leave early so you're less likely to be found by cops and thieves, and to not tell anyone you're homeless or where your camp is. Hook up with a church and attend weekly-lots of caring folks who are totally honest. Keep a positive outlook-you are your own best friend- never stoop to dishonesty, it'll spoil everything.Obey all laws, bending only those necessary for privacy and security.(I carried a 'no trespassing' sign in my backpack to put up at night, hoping to keep others from my stuff). Be civil to everyone, because help comes from suprising sources. Don't kiss a**, and if someone asks what you do or where you live, say you're looking for work and staying with friends. True enough for a stranger. Good luck, fellow traveller!

Answer 3

not a fun place to be i guarantee you that
left my first husband because i couldn't stand the abuse anymore - we were too young, dumb, and stupid to get married anyway. since we lived with his parents (yeah i know) i was the one to leave and had no place to go. slept in the car the first night, then went to the house of the woman who gave birth to me and told her the situation. she looked at me and said "well you can't come back here" i looked at her back and said "i wasn't going to ask" (which i was, but i figured she had made herself pretty clear). spent the next week in my car until i got my next paycheck (yes i had a job) and then rented a room at the "cornbelt hotel" for $15/week - share the bathroom with everybody on the floor - it was 3 stories and no really secure way to lock your door when you're not there. of course all i had was my clothes. about 6 weeks later, my friend from high school moved back and called above said woman. she told her where i worked and she found me that day - moved me in with her til i could get on my feet
i still love my friend for what she did for me - had she not stepped in i may still be there since i was in so deep of a depression that i drank what was left over after i paid my "rent"

Answer 4

Yes,and no cared or helped end of story.What brought me back was my faith,hard work,and pride.

Answer 5

No. I always worked.