Homelessness: A Personal Experience Of Being Homeless

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I am just a poor boy that lives on the street. My mother has just got the axe from her boss. She got fired because she started to have her drinking habits again. I would get abused by broken beer or wine glasses, slugged in the face, arms, and my skinny bone legs. My father would not do anything because he was in Heaven watching over me. He passed away when I was six years old. He was my not caped superhero. I wish he was still walking me to school everyday until November, 12 2002. I was walking around my small little hometown Rapidville. People around here do not care about other people. They will give you an unpleasant gesture. Some other citizens would give me their leftovers so that I am able to stay alive. I have tried to apply for jobs but I am two years under the requirement. If I was still homeless and poor in two years I can try to get a job at fast food place that does not matter about clothing and scent. The only thing I need to survive is my Bible. I pray every single day for hours and ask the lord for blessings because I need them. When I get sick that is often I pray and ask him if he can take the pain away. …show more content…

Some people see me during the night and if I was there again people would say “Get a life, go back to the dump, and go back to the sewer,” while the kick me until I bleed. Before I go to bed I pray to the Lord and tell him to watch over me while I sleep, it always works because he loves me and he knows how much pain I am in. The sun started to pierce through the clouds which tells me to get up. Today felt like a wonderful

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