Homeless In The Good Ol' South

When someone thinks homeless, they think lazy; they think how society thinks. The perception of what people think isn't what it seems. Honestly, I thought it was disgusting how people see shit.

"90% of homeless people are druggies." My aunt said to me.

"Do you need rehab?" Another has told me.

"Indian? Did you get the lost? The reservation is that way, I think?" Like honestly, after witnessing all the terrible things.

I can't comprehend why there is so much devastation in the world.I'm disgusted. I think it's because no one thinks it can happen to them.

If an opportunity isn't God given, it's taken away from us immediately.

I think the hardest part for me it witnessing how things work at City Mission.

No one knows how the minorities live until they become one. Now minorities don't always mean race. It can mean anyone that's deemed by society as unworthy to be around. It's disgusting...

I learned, never judge a book by its cover.

I never want to forget where I came from, because I would rather trade my golden spoon for a brass.

So far, what I have learned about City Mission, the staff, the Case Managers have the wrong power. Toxic Staff members like Casi, housing monitor Dawn who is on a power trip. This place is like a spiral of out of control, place.

I don't understand why when people come from nothing as soon as they get a taste of power, they can't get enough.

The only good thing about the south is there is no facade like there is in Ohio.

It's like a beautiful glass house, everything maybe perfect on the outside but the inside everything isn't what it seems.

It's heartbreaking knowing people abuse power, and I don't understand it.

Seeing how homeless people live like myself has taught me how I want to give back to those who truly need it. I know how the world works now, it's dog eat, dog world. The majority of people are in for it for themselves, a very few far between care about everyone.

However, the hardest less of all is knowing that I can't save them all. Absentmindedly, I learned how my only cardigan sweater I love, but my husband calls it ugly. I gave it to let a single mother use. It was to keep her son warm during his name.

Sometimes, the hardest lessons we need to learn is the bitter ones that might be bitter sweet. I'm glad I am on this journey. It's turning to be a blessing in disguise. I'm glad to say that when most people have a golden spoon, I have a brass.

It's sad, to be honest, but I have what many wish they had four true-friends. Why, on God's green earth, would anyone say their shit?

It honestly puts so much into perspective, stuff you couldn't possibly think.

Never judge a book by it's cover...

No one should do this!!!

This is the biggest mistake to do...

With that said everyone, it is important to always consider others. Never think you are better than anyone. Don't let power go to your head. And another thing, don't ever think if you have power and a great job you can't lose anything all over again. No one is ever dispensable. We are all human beings. Christmas isn't just for giving every day should be. But we don't live in an ideal work. Unfortunately, we all can lose something when it's not God given. And whatever anyone does never think you are beneath someone. Because Karma is a bitch.