Hard luck-hard life

We were considered homeless in 95 the year I broke my ankle severely . Luckily , I talked Mom into section 8 just in case something were to happen . We had to live out of the ghetto for 2 years successfully . It seems that right after Mom hit a telephone pole we ended up in the ghetto . Our landlord kept raising the rent , because he didn't like whites . So , it was a blessing in a way to pay $5 rent at first . We moved out of the ghetto after Mom got a car settlement from another car accident . Sigh , my life seems like a series of disadvantages and blessings and unfortunate events sometimes . God bless us everyone . ( I'm a Tiny Tim child , too . being born paralysed ) Odd , hunh? ( Mom's prayers worked ... in my case ... I walk mostly normal I suppose ) .

Reality posting!!
In the world of today / society -
we need to think twice before saying no.

The best time to give is when you honestly feel - it (something only you know - we all have it.)

Give from your heart - not because you feel guilty.
Not all homeless people are out to get us ...

Breaks my heart : ( F+1