Walk In My Shoes

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I became homeless in Pittsburgh, PA in the early 1990’s. I was in college. It all started with an argument between my brother Richard and I. One of the guys that I liked wanted to spend the night, and my brother said ‘no.’ The next morning I carried my belongings in a black plastic bag and I was feeling lonely and scared. I went to Miryam’s Women’s Center. Miryam’s Women’s Center had such a nurturing and loving atmosphere. It was on a small hill in the hill district. The building housed 10 women. 60 outsiders came each day between the hours of 11:00 am and 6:00 pm to visit. Before moving in, I used to just take my meals there and get some clothes. At Miryam’s Women’s center, you can watch TV, get case management, tickets and tokens for the bus to doctor visits. After I moved in, I ate my meals and took showers with the other women, also their excellent case management team found a program to pay my loan. When I got my apartment, my case managers would come over to see if I needed anything for them to do, and brother and I patched up our differences.


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