There was a time when I would hit six events on an Orlando Saturday in my old life. This was when I had my blog and I would zip from place to place taking pictures and chronicling the activities of some of the most powerful people in town.
If you think it sounded like a lot of fun, you would be right. It was something I built. And the benefits were just awesome. At the end of the day, I’d go back to the old apartment I miss so dearly and just reflect on it all. What a great time in my life.
As I deal with homelessness now, I’m stuck watching those same events on my phone. No one around me even cares because like me, they’re just fighting for their lives. Who has time to worry about others when at any moment, your life can go from bad to worse?
Poverty not only means you have nothing but it also means you’re constantly losing. You’re losing your self esteem. You’re losing your good health.
And you’re losing time. And those times could be some of the best times of your life.
I wandered around for a little bit today. Only as far as my feet could take me. I sat down on a bench and enjoyed a cheap ice cream that was on sale for a buck.
That was the highlight of my life for April. That was the best thing that happened to me in my life.
When I think of how far I’ve fallen I obviously get very sad. But it’s the looking up at where I used to be that hurts even worse.
Friends. Times are really bad. You can help out below. Everything makes a difference. If you’ve got questions, you can write me at torres.fjr@gmail.com
Next: Read about how fighting to prevent homelessness got me to where I am here
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