Shelters

Arrow
Arrow

Bruce, 1980-

“Each time I stayed at a shelter something negative happens. Either something was stolen from me, or somebody was offering drugs or alcohol, or there was violence. The main purpose of a shelter is to help you get back on your feet, a place to stay and feel secure. . .”

One of my friends was recently stubbed in a shelter. He happened to walk into an inmate, bumped into him by accident, says, ‘excuse me, sorry for bumping into you’, and that doesn’t matter because the prison inmate started fighting him. My friend was defending him life, he got stabbed several times. Just imagine if you have a family member or a friend Read more »

She Knows it All

Arrow
Arrow

Valena, 1984-

“I’m not really a people’s person. I only hang out with one or two people, cuz a lot of times, too many people is too much information.”

I’m an Aries, I’ve been in the Bay Area for 14 years. I’ve got four kids: two boys, two girls. I have a dog and a pet mouse. I’m on the streets and off of drugs, I’m on the streets cuz I helped another homeless person out. So, lesson learned: Read more »

Thieves

Arrow
Arrow

Sean, 1978-

“‘My son stole this candy bar, I want to pay for it, and he is going to apologize to you right now. Go ahead!’”

You see, I hate thieves, I have total disdain for them. I was about six years old, and it was winter in upstate NY. I was my mom’s favorite to go grocery shopping with. We went down to a store called Food Circus, and were shopping around. My mom has a rule, ‘Don’t ask for anything until I’m done shopping, just help me out.’ Well, I was looking around Read more »

Humanity

Arrow
Arrow

Sean, 1977-

“It is not just the kindness of the dollar, but the kindness of her noticing.”

I see kind moments all the time. That’s one of the beauties in living the way I do, you’re living off of humanity. Just fifteen minutes ago, Read more »

Bring me Back Home!

Arrow
Arrow
Slider

Barbara, 1948-

“I said, ‘Lord, why? I want to go, I want to come back home!’”

I didn’t have the courage to slit my wrists. I wanted to, you know, I tried. . . But I was a coward, I didn’t know how to kill myself. And I was scared. Scared and alone. Read more »