Although we at One Step Away write sometimes about poems and stuff like our ambitions, I believe it’s more important to paint a picture in our writing about who we were before we became homeless and show the human aspect involved. We have an opportunity here to save people before they lose it all in the manner some of us have.
We can turn One Step Away into a monthly warning manual about how easy it is to lose it all in a blink. Not just the stories of our lives and life experiences, but also the ones of those people we’ve met who can’t write and or don’t have a voice to have their story told, some who worked steady jobs for years and have stacked money and paid off their properties and think that being homeless is a problem they will never face, but unfortunately did. People are not born homeless. They somehow, some time in their lives, had some bad luck.
That is why I like One Step Away, because a lot of us have hit rock bottom, which is no secret. The real secret is how many homeless people at one time may have been very well off. We used to ride around on our high horses with our noses up in the air not even glancing down to realize the whole foundation of our finances, lives and everything we lived for was slowly being eaten by figurative termites. We once had everything, which can create a fog ... and by the time it cleared we were sleeping in abandoned houses, begging for money, sleeping in parks, and, for many of us, we were left light years after it was too late to save ourselves, wondering what happened.
When I became homeless it was with my fianceé. We did not know there was such a thing as a couples shelter. We had not slept apart from each other in separate beds, let alone houses, for 10 years and we were not about to start now. Thus we began our nightmarish ordeal of sleeping in abandoned homes and on sidewalks. I do not wish that on my worst enemy.