There are to my reconning 4 types of people who are homeless. Sure there are categories in the types but let me go over just the basics. 1st type of person is the "normal" person. These are the people who are here and actually trying to get out of the situation. 2nd type is the "complacent". These guys are not happy with where they are, however, they are not trying very hard to get out of the spot they are in now. 3rd are the "addicts" they are homeless because they use every penny they get to score. Whether that score be hardcore drugs, a little bit of pot, or alcohol they are all addicts. The 4th type is the "touched" these are the crazies, the ones who talk to themselves, there are those who scream from the corner at passing cars. No matter the type they are still people and I thank those who help them all, myself included.
My thoughts and feelings on varying things. I don't look at the world as many people might think. I have been through things that most will never have to. I hope you will not have the trials I have had to face, and wish you the best in all you do. Hopefully this online thought disclosure will give you something to either hold onto or to learn from. If you have anything you would like me to write about please message me.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Finding Food
One of the first things you need to know is where you can find food. Free food. Not out of a garbage can! I was hungry. I hadn't eaten a meal in three days. Sure I'd had food. What little I could piece from the last bit of money I had. But what I needed was a meal. So while I was at the library (wonderful place to waste the day by the way) I was online and searched where I could find a meal. One place did come up. Rescue Mission of Salt Lake City. They serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So I set out to get myself a meal. I took what bus transportation I could and walked the rest of the way. I got there after they finished serving. I was so dishearted. They still gave me a little bit to eat. Some pastries they couldn't serve at the meal. So I was still fed but I still wanted a meal. I found out when they served dinner. "Come Back at 6:50pm" and so I did. Dinner service was different than lunch service. They ask you to sit through a "church service" which is interesting and fun. I came from a Mormon background and so this was something I was not used to. I enjoyed it. Then after they excuse the women, children, and crippled first. It was such a good thing I cried after out of happiness of actually having a full stomach! I now frequent the mission for meals and have gotten to know several of the people staying there. More stories about them and others coming soon.