Young man, the standard rate of living is so high now. It makes me wish I could start over.
On my first day of skipping school, I found myself at Pentagon City in Alexandria, trying to make sense of my living situation. At the time, I didn’t know this would be it.
I’ve been homeless for 16 years, and now I’m on a housing voucher. I’m looking like a young bum but not dumb, just still searching for the real me. I found him. I dress him but I still question him: Who are you, really?
Someone who was supposed to have my best interest in life lied to me. Lied about the value of family and life. Some family members will never let others shine. As a man now, I see from childhood, who from my family really had my best interests in mind.
Everybody! I was wrong. I don’t know who has my back. I know God does. But here on this breathing, smelling earth, isn’t your family supposed to support you and have your best interests?
Young man, who really has your best interest? Who do you trust? How do you trust when your best interests have been played with?
