“I am homeless and live in a tent because I got caught in a bad relationship. I lost it and gave up on life itself. I didn’t want to give up on her, but she gave up on me. It’s over. That’s the truth. I am on my ass until I find out where I am supposed to go. I loved her. I am just a poor man. I have to kick myself and get a job and try to rejoin the world.”
I just have to educate myself on a new way to tell these stories
“My grandfathers were coal miners. They raised large families: six on one side, ten on the other. They raised a lot of...
I hope he finds peace and renewed hope…I hope finds his own self worth along the way.