While distributing backpacks to those experiencing homelessness in Atlanta, we have had the opportunity to meet and talk to some truly amazing people with incredible stories in the process. Everyone has a story, and we look forward to sharing them below:



“When I was younger, I enlisted and served in the army for around 15 years. I was part of Desert Storm, in the Persian Gulf, all of that. When I came back home, I became a certified floor master, and I even worked at the CDC for a while. Recently though, I was hit by a car and my legs were heavily damaged. I was in the hospital for 6 weeks. And when I finally got out, I lost my housing because I hadn’t paid rent. I’m now waiting for surgery so I can walk again, but I don’t know when I’ll get the notice. It’s a little frustrating because someone in my family is getting married and I’d really like to go, but the fees and trouble of getting me there are too much. I’ll probably watch it live on my phone instead."

“I’ve always been used to this life. My real parents were homeless, and sometimes we had to sleep under bridges. But one day, I guess someone thought we were fishy and called human services. They took me and my sister. I’ve gone through multiple foster homes, and became homeless at age 16 when my last foster parents threw me out. I got back in touch with my real dad, but he was addicted and made me beg in the streets to get him money. I wasn’t having that, so I stopped. Recently though, I got in touch with an old high school friend. He’s been absolutely awesome- he sent me $230 the other day, no strings attached. Now I’ve been looking into a nearby homeless temporary housing service to get a free place to stay. They said they might even offer me a job! I might have to leave here and go to Savannah, but we’ll see.”



"In 6th grade, my class was invited to listen to a local minister. After the talk, we got in line to shake his hands, and my teacher told him, “Dr. King, I want you to meet my students.” A month later, we heard that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and assassinated. I had so many questions. Why’d he have to die? What did he do wrong? I looked for answers in my local church pastor, and at the age of 11, I was molested by him. I suppressed the memory and kept quiet about it for 52 years, until one day, I was in alcohol rehab and I heard another man bringing up how he, too, had been molested. That confession set me free to finally process the memory. But then in 2003, my mother died. It was devastating, and to drive out those memories, I went into a deep addiction of drugs and alcohol. I couldn’t even remember what my mother’s funeral was like. It was only four years later, when I was in rehab, got clean, and I finally processed things, when I actually cried for her. I’m 63 now. Got no college degree but I have a job, but there’s no affordable housing around so I’ve been living in a hotel for the past 8 years. Around 60% of my income goes to rent, and I have my medical bills to pay, too. But no matter. I’m glad I got to meet young people like you and your generation. I didn’t think I’d get to live this long to see the world having this much compassion for Black lives. It wasn’t like that back then. The response for inequality and BLM shook my heart. I live in a good world. My generation didn’t know the solution, but I have full faith that your generation will put us in a better place."





“I lived in Making A Way Housing for a while. All they care about is money. 30% of my income went towards rent, but they never seemed to do anything with the money to make our living conditions any better. We had rats eat the cornbread on the table, and a leak hole in the toilet. The most frustrating thing is that they’ll place whoever into the housing- There was just no separation whatsoever between those who were severely mentally ill or who had just been out of prison. I had to room with a crystal meth addict who ended up getting both of us kicked out because of his habits, even though I was clean.”


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