a reply to: TechniXcality
Ah, I reckon so long as you accept each others different paths and you still care for each other then that's all that matters.
It's amazing the friendships we can have in life. I'm equally chilled having a beer with a heroin addict friend of mine as I am drinking Champagne
with millionaire friends, probably more chilled with my heroin addict mates to be honest.
If I may, I'll share my story of the person who finally helped me out of sleeping rough all those years ago.
First off, I didn't look homeless, I showered in the bus station toilets which cost 50 pence, I washed my clothes in the launderette, and spent my
days first at the government jobcentre applying for work, then after being declined jobs for not having an address, I could be found at the public
library reading books.
Being the UK, I was still eligible for benefit money so long as I made efforts to apply for work. At the time the cash payment was about £27 per week
and the cheapest nastiest smallest single rented room was £50 per week but I could only get one with a full £100 up front. It was tough, and took so
long to save money while needing to survive.
I had about £80 saved in my pocket and Summer season was starting so went to look for work as I did every day, found a washing up/veg preparation job
in a hotel and was told to walk there straight away. Saw the head chef, went through the motions explaining I'm a hard worker, blah, then came the
paperwork...it had happened twice before at previous interviews, no address, no job...
I looked him in the eye (he was about the age I am now) and told him I was sleeping the streets, expecting to be told no chance.
With a genuine kindness he asked me about my situation, and when I told him the detailed truth he threw me an apron and got me started at work
straight away. I worked an 8 hour shift through to the night, got fed well, and he paid me £25 cash at the end of it, with a smile saying "Get
yourself a place to live tomorrow and I'll see you 7am the day after."
I immediately found a crappy rented room, and it was luxury to me!!
I turned in for work the next day, he paid me daily/advanced wages for a few weeks until I was properly back on my feet, and the rest is history. His
name was Barnaby, or Barnie as I knew him.
I'll never forget that man, he helped me dig myself out of a hole, and his memory is probably what inspires me to help others who are in a hole and
just need a hand.
...and thanks for the youtube vid, I like it, and now have a new band to listen to
edit on 21.3.2016 by grainofsand because: (no reason