I remember sleeping in my car trying to find a park bench just to sit down on for a while during the day. Or worse, trying to find warmth on a freezing night. Yeah you could keep the car running all night, but gas is expensive. You have to think about all things.
Plus in the United States it is really inconvenient to be homeless, you can’t sleep in your car anywhere, it seems. Probably because the U.S. is embedded in lies and false hopes. I could only imagine living outside of America and thinking that if I made the journey, from wherever. Only to get here are realize the entire thing was a lie. Like why can’t someone sleep in their car, if they are in a campground parking lot?
Why do police offices for the most part seem to have low level intelligence? They appear to be Sovereign Citizens, I am pretty sure they are supposed to be Civil Servants, not GED level enforcers of tyranny.
Everyone Has a Story
When I was growing up I remember struggling. Living with my mom and her husband, or my grandparents more often. My grandpa was the father I never had and I needed that man. He taught me a lot of what I know. Him and my grandmother made sure that I had certain principles and characteristics that I would follow. So they were great people. My grandfather passed away when I was 18 and I have rarely looked back on those broken days of youth.
I had a lot of trauma happen to me when I was a kid, in and out of the system. I even spent a summer in foster care, I am going to save a whole post just for that story. Foster care in the America’s from my perspective, could be the equivalent of working a 12 hour shift of hard labor for a bag of rice.
It’s All Relative
I am sure there is a lot of people in the world who live like this, so do not get me wrong I am not complaining. I am simply pointing out the logical fallacy in the ideology that America is anything other than opportunity that you create for yourself. If you do not like where you are then change it. You think I am where I am now because I do not want to be? I am on a 20+ year deployment, I have been raising kids since I got back.
When I became a Marine I had nothing but the clothes on my back. That was February 2007 that I stood on the yellow footprints of MCRD San Diego, looking straight a head with a straight face on. It was dark, and the intensity was instant the moment we stepped off the bus.
I learned a lot of skills in the Marine Corps that I have utilized in civilian life, mainly while I was homeless. Adapt, improvise, overcome. That is what they always told us in the Marine Corps.
Rebuilding My World
I ended up separating from my wife in 2014 and I left Utah to become a door to door salesman. Probably should have thought it all through, but whenever I do something I just do it. I was selling ok, but I had no motivation to sell a lot. I worked for a company called Vivint selling smart home security to people in Oklahoma, Kansas, California, Arizona, Utah and Nevada. Door to door was fun, I did it for a total of a year with this company and though I have knocked doors for other stuff. This was the one that got me started.
Before this I was managing a Gold’s Gym and after I left my job my wife left me. Go figure. For some reason I was already gone, it was as if I never came back from Afghanistan and I was trying to find the person I left there. I did spend a lot of time sleeping in my car this year also, but I had a Subaru and it was a hatchback so it was actually really comfortable. Beat the dirt in Afghanistan, or even a cot.
After almost a year away from my kids I missed them, I came home only to leave again. I went and stayed with my uncle in Arizona and sold home security out of some kiosks in the mall and Verizon store fronts. That was fun, but I didn’t make a lot of money.
So the end of 2014 I went home, not to any place that was my own. I went and lived in my friends basement for about a year and then his wife kicked me out. Which seemed hypocritical, considering. They know what I am talking about. Didn’t really matter anyways, I started seeing a spiral since I got back from Afghanistan. A country on a fast track to lose all individual morality. Plus I thought Russia and all our enemies were infiltrating my country.
The Same Everywhere
I eventually realized the mass majority are simply becoming Americans and getting jobs, creating better opportunity for themselves and their family. Some running for politics and trying to change my country from within to the same thing they escaped from. It makes no logical sense and duel citizenship means duel loyalty. Stop coming to my country, you will just be poor and homeless if you are coming here to escape poverty.
Rise above the poverty in your own land, then build it up and come visit me. Then I can come visit you, but coming here to make your ‘dreams’ come true is an absolute logical fallacy. You have to be naive to believe that everything is free.
So, for me being homeless 3 times was choice and consequence. I let my past control my present and my future was shattered.