“I lost my leg at work. I did paint and body work at the Chevrolet dealership for 23 years. I was pulling the frame on a 4-wheel drive pick up truck and the chain broke and wrapped around both of my legs and drug me 227 feet. I had 14 surgeries on this leg and caught gangrene, a staff infection, and a blood clot in the back of my leg. That happened 5 years ago and it is how I ended up homeless.
Right now I am still out here. Everything I own is on the back of my wheelchair. It is a hard way to survive, but I make it. I bum a few dollars here and there, get something to eat, and make it through the rest of the day.
Everyone is a paycheck away from being homeless and on the street. It is a different world here and I have to look out for myself. My parents and both of my sisters are dead and it is just me. I have to worry about finding a place where I can lay my head down each night. That is harder to do in a wheelchair. I can’t go where everyone else can go.
I am not always going to be like this. I am a little smarter than the average bear. I am going to have a place to live.