Category Archives: Homelessness

A long way up

To move from homelessness to normal house-living, I had to acquire many, many things that the normal person never thinks of being without.  But of course, the homeless person is without them.

It posed a financial hardship.  For several years, I’d literally spent all my money on Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and smokes.  I had no savings.  The offer of normal housing was sudden, abrupt, and I was mandated to move out of the shelter that same day.

Moreover, I now had to pay rent and utilities, and had to figure out a budget; but there are all these things you can’t figure into your regular monthly budget; such as a hammer.  Once you get one, you’ll probably have that one for life.

Originally I kept records of all this things, where and when I bought them, and how much they cost.  But I lost some receipts, and lost a lot of data in a computer glitch the night before my laptop got stolen.  I remember that the can opener cost $10; the bucket cost $10 also.  The can opener was the most urgent purchase, and no one had thought of it.  If I had nothing else, I needed that to be able to open cans of food.

Here are the things that I either received as gifts, or had to buy:

Christmas gifts I asked for, over the years, at the shelters: Continue reading A long way up

Job search diary 06/01/16 – 06/07/16

WEDNESDAY 2016-06-02
Aside: Re: Housing
Tuesday, my therapist asked me what I see as the greatest obstacle to employment. Answer: Housing. If I had my own place, I could work any hours, any shift; would be able to conduct job search until 5 pm daily, whereas I must appear at the shelter at 2:30; etc.
Wednesday, I met with a woman who comes to the shelter once a week; she comes from some City agency and tries to get guys hooked up with various resources, including housing. She said that, with only one exception, every housing facility she knows of requires that an applicant be either elderly (62 or older; I’m 60.), disabled, or both. She is to touch base with that one exception she knows of, and see if I might can get in there.

Continue reading Job search diary 06/01/16 – 06/07/16

The offering plate, part 1

One lives in a world substantially of one’s own creation.

The offering plate came around, and I got a shock.  I can remember when I dreamed of putting $60 in there each week, as the woman does who normally sits in front of me.  No such dream is available to me now; I am unable to envision myself ever putting anything in there.

My circumstances have rendered me infantile; a complete “taker.”  One of those who seeks to receive  “blessings” rather than seeking to be a blessing, a “maker.”

What can I give as an offering?

The offertory hymn was, “We are an offering.”

We lift our voices, we lift our hands
We lift our lives up to You
We are an offering
Lord use our voices, Lord use our hands
Lord use our lives, they are Yours
We are an offering

All that we have, all the we are
All that we hope to be
We give to You, we give to You

We lift our voices, we lift our hands
We lift our lives up to You
We are an offering, we are an offering[*]

I myself can be my offering.

More about that next week.

[*]Author: Dwight Liles. ©1984, Word Music, Inc.

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Previous posts mentioning the offering plate:
I’m getting interviews!
What a homeless man dreams of

Previous posts mentioning the credibility of dreams:
Hope and vision

Originally posted 2016-05-14.

Beginning job search: A rough start

12:22 pm.  I would far prefer, for my readers’ sake, to present a wholly cheery picture of my optimistic, upbeat, highly motivated self just charging into the job search full speed.  (Any other clichés I can use?)

Turns out that might not be wholly honest.  If folk are to have an understanding of how difficult the job search is, and why so many people balk at it, then it may be necessary to talk about the dark side also.

Continue reading Beginning job search: A rough start

Wolves in sheep’s clothing

I am at a difficult juncture.

My immediate material situation requires that, like never before in my life, I practice what I preach; care for myself; work in my own self-interest; be “here-now-can;” “keep the focus on me;” live by the Serenity Prayer.  These are what I counsel any poor person to do.  These are what I most emphatically now must do myself.

This entails dis-attending to all the current social turmoil.

It entails turning a deaf ear and blind eye to many messages, insistent messages, particularly coming from those who claim to have the best interests of the poor (like me) at heart.

Continue reading Wolves in sheep’s clothing