I was desperate. My crush did nothing. My homelessness began to enter its’ sixth month. I was just laid of a temporary job and my day labor jobs equipment broke down prematurely ending the season. What was interesting to me was seeing someone consumed by desire. She (the consumed friend) was trying to win me over. I didn’t mean to ignore her sometimes, but I had to find a way out of homelessness. It was a sunny Monday afternoon. To this day I do not know how or why I was at Eastern Market Station in Southeast. All I can remember was him saying ‘Help a hard-working homeless man give and earn his two cents.’ I turned to the gentlemen and asked how could I get involved. I told him that I was homeless and that hearing you say earn meant some sort of job. He gave me a free newspaper. Three days later I walked into the offices here at Street Sense. I was trained as a vendor and introduced to the family. I was nervous but I knew that I may be able to cope with homelessness and eventually get out by using the newspaper. I didn’t know how a newspaper would help with relationships, I was just glad I was looking at a new day.
Reggie cohosts the Writer’s Group. Contact: [email protected]
