If suddenly one day I became homeless, I think the first thing is the perception itself things are worse. The following day, perhaps I will encounter a psychological injury, can fall into the State of depression, inanimate, and. One morning upon waking, I might find myself before a veranda, a corner of the Park, located on the bench waiting for the bus, under a staircase, ROAR or any place where I used to be bad, but perhaps now is everything I can. I opened my eyes and not knowing what to think about, not know right now I'm going to do something, I keep doing look about the air Nomad front. And then quietly looking at the line of people moving, looking at homes, looking at trees, ignoring absurd not emotions. In the evening return to places that can lie down and sleep. I just instinctively survive the body, ask each odd coins to be able to survive through the day. The time was bad, lonely, cold, sour and mercy. I have to endure the stigma, strange eyes from others. Perhaps they are thinking in the beginning: that girl really formidable, filthy, vile and true. Stay away from her. But after a dark period that can accept, adapt is the truth, I will have to try to stand up to powerful, opposite the present that I am a person who has no job, no home, and no money. When more awake, maybe I will pose many questions, why, what pushed me into this situation? What should I do to get rid of it? Can I be accepted from him, thanks to the help from anyone? I have to start again and how?I just wish, wish, there will be the benefactors, the social organizations to help those homeless people, helping them have a job, a place to reside. Help the poor can reintegration back to the community, become a useful person to the society, to ourselves.
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