The face of homelessness………

I have been thinking a lot about those who are homeless. A dagger has pierced my heart regarding those who are homeless, starving, and feeling unwanted. The ache is so intense, I can’t ignore it. I hope through my stories, I will light a flame in at least one person. Together, we can help those in need no matter what our financial situation is.  I would like to invite you to read the following story. Think about it and the next time you pass by someone who is homeless, please acknowledge them. Smile at them. Say hello to them. You never know the impact you have on their life.

Here is the story…………..

“What is this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach?”  I feel it everyday. At times, it is strong and preoccupies my thoughts. The feeling starts in my gut and moves up to my throat. “What is this feeling?” I don’t know how to make it go away…..

Today, the feeling is strong. I can’t think. I can’t function. I feel kind of dizzy. I don’t know what to do! Help me!!!!!! Someone please help me!!!! I feel like screaming. I try to get someone’s attention, but they just give me dirty looks. I feel alone. I feel trapped. I don’t know how to get out of  my reality. A tear runs down my face. I cry quietly as I hold my head down in shame. What did I do to deserve this? My parents died, my family left, I have no one. I feel all alone in this world. I wish I was dead. I am only 17 and living on the streets. When my parents died, my aunt took me in, and then she decided I was too much trouble so she kicked me out of her house. I haven’t had a shower in who knows how long. The last time I ate was a half eaten banana out of a garbage can two days ago. All hope seems lost. I close my tear filled eyes………I must be dreaming because I feel a hand on my shoulder. I haven’t felt another’s touch since my parents were alive last year. I look up slowly, hoping this was not my imagination. I see the kind eyes of a woman looking at me. Her hair is shoulder length and she is wearing nice clothes. Her hand is placed gently on my shoulder. Warmth takes over my body. To be honest, I feel so happy that someone is acknowledging my existence in this cold world. She sits down next to me and starts a conversation. I tell her my story. ” Please trust me and come with me.” she says. I have nothing to lose, so I go with her. She buys me a meal from Culvers and then takes me to a place for homeless children. I am beginning to feel hope. I cried and prayed every night for a friend and God sent me an angel. I have been off the streets for 2 years now. I am grateful for the kindness that Nadine showed me 2 years ago. Nadine took the time to reach out to me and that moment changed my life. I have graduated high school and now I am enrolled in a program at the community college. I have a job and a roof over my head. If God had not sent an angel I surely would have died.

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