When summer comes for the people of the streets, it’s like a breath of fresh air from the cold living outside. I lived on the street for eight years straight; others on the streets taught me how to keep my clothes dry during the rainy days by packing belongings in bags and turning it upside down. It’s not good when all your clothes get wet, living on the streets, that’s a disaster. From summer to winter, the change is difficult, because cold air is terrible for the homeless. I never slept at shelters; I always slept at a church, knowing that if something were to happen to me while I am sleeping, I felt I would be close to God. True story, true thoughts, my biggest issue is that the police in 2015 to 2016 were very ugly to the homeless people on the streets, but that’s another story in itself.
My situation has gotten much better. Thank God for the people that encourage me to stay strong and help me push through.
