Have you ever been homeless?

Yes, for a year I was down and out, no home for a year (2 years after my Dad died and after being evicted by my sister who got the house). I had a full-time job on a military deployment remodeling houses for a city codes project. I was a supervisor. My friends let me have a room in a 1940's WWII barracks at Indiantown Gap, PA. There was no heat in the building except for a hot water heater. I was instructed to keep it on the down low so my use of lights was minimal. Candles. I ate at the mess hall and worked out and showered in the base gym. I drove the military truck to Harrisburg every day. I wasn't exactly homeless, but living without heat at the Gap during winter sure helped me appreciate wool as a desired bedding material, something I still enjoy today. In fact, I still have my wool blanket from then; 1990. Note: wool is the only material that can keep you warm even though it is wet! Met a cute girl in the gym that year with horses and a Porsche, so for me, being homeless per ce wasn't so bad after all!
 
No but my daughter was. She moved out at 18 and hated her parents. We went to one state and she went to college in another. She broke off contact with us for 6 months. We later found out she was living in her car for months in the winter. We also found out later that my mother in-law refused to give her a room in the house that I did a lot of work on for her. Bitch is highly religious in that she goes to church everyday but evil in that she left her grand daughter on the street in the dead of winter because a couple of my daughter's friends were gay back then. It's been about 9 years since then. We helped her out once we found out. She got back on her feet and went to college. Now she has a ton of debt and is about 3 paychecks away from the street again only she has no car now.
 
Thank GOD, no. But I certainly witnessed it on an everyday basis when I lived abroad, and it makes me give thanks now even more than before for all the blessings in my life.
 
I was on the v run for a little over a year. Something happened to somebody, that deserved what they got. But apparently there were supposedly witnesses or a witness, not sure. I took off. Lived from clubhouse to clubhouse. From someone's couch to another brothers spare apartment, etc, etc.
Lived like that until the so called witness, moved, ran, tooknoff, disappeared, or whatever happened to them
It sucked. I was hungry, cold, couldn't talk to my old lady or oldest son.
 
I was an Infantry guy in the Army. Volunteered for a couple things that gave me the opportunity to actually sleep in barracks even less than my typical Infantry peers. On average, for a period of about four years on active duty, I lived outside for a minimum of 3/4 of the year. Kinda like being homeless. People tryin to kill ya and everything. So the total suck package.
 
I used to love it when people were trying to kill me. It gave me the excuse to go creeping. It's unreal the fatalistic attitude you get with a gun at your head. You just sort of say this is it. You can't run, so you just give yourself over to it and do the only thing you can do to stay alive, try to take them down with you, or at least get your pound of flesh. But you better make sure I'm dead or I'm coming for you.
 
bufbiker said:
I used to love it when people were trying to kill me. It gave me the excuse to go creeping. It's unreal the fatalistic attitude you get with a gun at your head. You just sort of say this is it. You can't run, so you just give yourself over to it and do the only thing you can do to stay alive, try to take them down with you, or at least get your pound of flesh. But you better make sure I'm dead or I'm coming for you.
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It does have a rather serene quality to it. In the "at least you know where you stand" department. And frankly, it makes life a lot less stressful when you're not the object of someone's soul eating aspirations.
 
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