I’m thinking back on the month when I was completely without a place to stay. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially anyone with a family. (I’m alone, so I didn’t have those responsiblities, thank goodness.) Showering at the beach, not having any way to talk to people, being ashamed of not having a place to stay, or a job. No home or job together is a nasty combination. I had caches of stuff all over town at people’s houses, (places where I would rather be homeless than stay… filthy, horrid places.)
I’m not planning on falling into that situation ever again. contrary to what folks might think, not all homeless people group together… I think I saw maybe three others my whole time out there. also, lots of them willing to work for money, or food are very happy to take whatever charity you can offer, even if it is a sandwich or some kind words.

I’m all weirded out now. not going to talk about it anymore. For what it’s worth, I have some wonderful friends, and I need not worry about anything like that happening soon. I make good money, and there are some family-types that will help out when needed (not that I do, currently.)

That’s why I let April stay as long as I did. I won’t ever turn anyone out to the street, unless I fear for my life.