I had no place to live and everything I owned was on my back. The bed I slept on at the Salvation Army Shelter for months. The dining hall I ate in. The apartment I finally was housed in. A bed, table and chairs and a box of canned goods was what I was given and told you're OK now. Homeless Reality
I can't open the cans, no pots or pans to cook them in, no plate to eat them with. No linens, curta
ins, toothbrush or toiletries, meat, milk, even a glass to drink from the tap. It felt like such a step backwards from where I was not a forward one. This is exactly what every person who is homeless faces when they are trying to have some dignity and stand back up after being knocked down. I made it because good people stood by me and helped me succeed. Shame on me if I don't do the same. So we are asking you to help, to use just a little to make such a huge difference. We act as the voice for those who find it hard to speak for themselves to connect to services available. Help us make cents of your change to give some dignity to a complete stranger.