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Cold

The world can be cold when you're alone…

I watched as the homeless man collided with her. “Spare some change for a cuppa coffee?” Lois looked at the ragged man, then seemed to melt. “Sure. Wait a minute.” She opened her pocketbook, rummaged around, and came up with a five dollar bill, which she gave to the man, smiling. “Ma’am that’s real great of ya… could you maybe stretch it to ten? I haven’t eaten since yesterday.” She paused for a heartbeat, then dug back i...

Christmas Joy

Every person deserves Joy on Christmas.

He hadn't planned this. No one ever planned to be homeless. A few more conscious passersby noticed the tragic irony of where he slept. Directly above him was a store window showcasing a fanciful adorned bed, complete with fluffed pillows, fur blankets, and satin sheets. His bed for the night – a bitter-cold, unforgiving pavement. Those who dared soil their perfect lives by glancing his way either thought him asleep or pas...

Along Came Mags

reach out and accept help when needed

Along came MagsPeople on the street called her Raggy Maggie for obvious reasons. She was the consummate street person complete with shopping cart and collection of stuff she found in dumpsters. It was getting to be too cold to sleep outside and she needed to find shelter. The woman at the Good Shepherd centre directed her towards grandma Sheffield’s rooming house and even called ahead to make sure grandma had a bed for he...

Step Nine, Making Amends

Family drama of disrespect and lies that leads to homelessness

Step Nine, Making Amends When I was young, I did realize what was going on with my "Mother". Now I know she never really loved my brother and me. First of all, I confess that I was a difficult child. But my brother was perfect. No, that's not just everybody else's opinion of him, it's mine too. I have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), only recently diagnosed, and he doesn't. He was calm and listens to instr...

The Blank Canvas

When life is a blank canvas, can freewill change your fate?

Chapter One: The carriage was occupied by the maximum capacity of commuters and even then some. Limbs were branched out endlessly. People had become entwined as if vines suffocating the more fragile twigs surrounding them. There was no emotion portrayed by these people. Nothing. The air itself appeared limp and lethargic, and the group remained mutely civilized while stood like steel, in the intimate positions that had ru...