Homeless

The person that is homeless a displaced 
soul. He wanders here and there, with no 
special place to go.

They worry about where to sleep, food to 
eat or clothes to ware. Each day is an act 
of survival,  praying," God send someone 
who will cares."

Most believe that all homeless are stupid, 
lazy fools. I'm here to tell you that 
perception just isn't true.

For I am educated and lazy, I think not, it 
was unforeseen circumstances that 
brought me to my lot.

I am a person just like you. I contribute to 
the human race, so when you see me on 
the streets, please judge me not in haste.

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Hina Nasir

Date: 7/16/2014 4:41:00 PM

THIS IS spellbinding ... ! so when you see me on the streets, please judge me not in haste.

Hina Nasir
Date: 7/17/2014 4:40:00 PM

this is truly wonderful and you should know that to keep your self respect intact ..never ever ask for charity even if you are hand to mouth ...and with time with struggle ...get finally blessed how beautiful it is ..my ancestors went all through this , i listen to his heart throbbing stories ... felt so nice to know you though litbit yet..stay blessed and have fun in your heaven on earth ..really :-* :-)

Rev. Elizabeth Anderson
Date: 7/16/2014 7:30:00 PM

I'm 66 yrs. Old, and there was a time I lived in my car. It took me 2 months to get a job, fine a apartment and get back on my feet. Some of the most wonderful people I met were in shelters or food lines. Most were like me, educated, self reliant but had to (or) chose to not ask for family's help. I alway know my God was with me. Blessings Hina. Thanks