Juliette Ochieng, a black conservative author and blogger, writes about her brush with homelessness.
I’m homeless. Now before you start feeling sorry for me, know that I view everything as an opportunity from God. How I got here is a tiny bit important–house foreclosure plus bad credit which keeps me from renting—but if I were to abandon California and move to one of the red states where my relatives live, I’d be set. The reason I haven’t moved: I want to stay close to my church.
But this essay isn’t about that. It’s about seeing what the homeless go through.
For a bit, I lived in a relatively cheap hotel near my church: no TV, no coffee maker, nor any of the usual accoutrements, other than the twice-weekly cleaning. Not too bad. Then I stayed on the couches of a couple of friends. But when that became unworkable, I swallowed my pride and availed myself of the emergency shelter on LA’s skid row for three nights.
Read the full article HERE.
I’m homeless. Now before you start feeling sorry for me, know that I view everything as an opportunity from God. How I got here is a tiny bit important–house foreclosure plus bad credit which keeps me from renting—but if I were to abandon California and move to one of the red states where my relatives live, I’d be set. The reason I haven’t moved: I want to stay close to my church.But this essay isn’t about that. It’s about seeing what the homeless go through.
For a bit, I lived in a relatively cheap hotel near my church: no TV, no coffee maker, nor any of the usual accoutrements, other than the twice-weekly cleaning. Not too bad. Then I stayed on the couches of a couple of friends. But when that became unworkable, I swallowed my pride and availed myself of the emergency shelter on LA’s skid row for three nights.
Read the full article HERE.
