The idea of a homeless man with an iPhone, but no job or roof over his head, is discomfiting, mostly because poverty is perhaps one of the last bastions of unexamined prejudice in the U. Even the most progressive areas of the country can show a certain callousness to what poverty should look and feel like.
Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. Well, the same goes for that first night spent on the streets or in a homeless shelter. I recently started working for a seasonal homeless shelter in Glendale, California.
My job is to monitor a bus pick-up five nights a week. She looked so alone and scared. She told me she lost her job a few months back and was living with friends, bouncing from couch to couch, until all welcomes had run out.
She called a phone number for social services and the operator told her about the winter emergency shelter. The fear and disillusionment are almost paralyzing. It is very surreal because no one ever thinks they will become homeless. All of a sudden and without warning, I found myself homeless in Koreatown near downtown Los Angeles.
I was sober, but I had no money, no place to go and no one I could call for help. I was officially homeless. This was all new to me. I had no homeless training. I had no clue how I was going to survive.
Just six months earlier I had a well-paying job in the television industry, overseeing syndicated programs like Wheel of Fortune.
But now, I was the one who had suddenly landed on bankrupt. The irony was painful. I decided to walk from Koreatown to North Hollywood, mainly because I knew the neighborhood and was comfortable with the area. I walked 11 or so miles to the valley.
By the time I arrived, it was beginning to get dark, so I started to think about where I was going to sleep. I decided to try a park close to my old house where I used to play my conga drum on hot summer days.
But when I arrived, I noticed gang members hanging around in the dark, so I moved on to another location. Zoomar I continued walking to park after park. My feet were becoming swollen; I was emotionally and physically exhausted.
I knew that the worst crimes in the city -- muggings, beatings, shootings -- happened at night to people living outdoors. I knew that when you sleep outside, you are vulnerable to just about everything.
Probably more scared then I have been or ever will be. I think it was around 3 a. It was empty, and the first place where I felt safe enough to lay down. Exhaustion quickly set in and I closed my eyes. I just laid there in disbelief, soaking. But the deep memories of pain and loneliness from that night will always be with me.
Those of us who work in homeless services can usually spot someone fresh to the streets. Luckily, there was a new female volunteer working that night.
I wish I knew how her story ended, but as of last night the girl has not returned to the shelter. Sadly, thousands of people experience their first homeless night each year. No matter what circumstances led to their homelessness -- eviction, foreclosure, unemployment, addiction, mental illness, domestic violence -- being homeless for that first night is painful.
Now imagine a personal crisis has hit, and you no longer have access to money or a place to stay.- Have you ever wondered why so many films portray the story of a poor, abused, homeless, colored person that is eventually rescued by a smart, rich, white person.
Every few years, there is a new film made that captures this same story, but the way the viewer is affected by the representation of race changes quite often. writing, but usually one is the most important. Sometimes the doing a story on homeless people.
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Her struggle with adversity became the subject of a Lifetime made-for-TV movie, From Homeless to Harvard. Her memoir, Breaking Night, was published in and was a New York Times Bestseller.
Apr 06, · The early morning commuters stepping off the Metro escalator paid little attention to the 10 people huddled under blankets and curled up in corners at the Hollywood and Vine station.
Gray people rushed down the street under gray umbrellas. A gray shape huddled against a tall, gray building. That gray shape was Damian Malvolio, the homeless man whose name meant bad luck.