My Life

When I walk around, people stare at me. It seems like they think that I have some kind of disease and if they smile that they will catch it. I am treated not like a human. People do not respect us. They are scared. I am just a person who has bad luck. I do not take drugs and I do not commit crimes. I am a religious person and obey the laws. I just cannot get a break. I do not have a job but I would like one. I am not lazy. I think that people think that homeless people are lazy. I am not. I have tried to make money by cleaning, taking care of kids, and had a couple of part time jobs but no one is hiring someone with no education. The money they pay can't pay my bills. I lost my home. I am tired of being judged and treated like a disease. I am a person. I live and breathe and eat and need love like everyone else. I do not have many friends but I would like some. I believe in Christ and he loves me. I know that he will not give me more than I can handle, but I am really sad right now. I hope that he hears me and helps me out. I sure do need it.

Anonymous

My Life

I am a forty-three year old woman living in a shelter. I did not imagine that my life would have turned out like this. I had dreams and ambitions when I was little but life sometimes throws us obstacles, and we have to rethink our plans. I know that I am never going to be rich like I had dreamed of as a little girl. My dreams are simpler now. I just want a roof over my head, food on the table, and some heat in the winter. I need a job but no one wants to hire a homeless person. How do they expect us to find a house when we cannot get a job and cannot get any money. I pray that things are going to get better, but they seem to be getting worse. I am depressed but have faith in God that things will get better. He knows best.

Anonymous