posted on May, 7 2008 @ 10:45 AM
reply to post by Impreza
I guess you didn't bother to read the thread. Jail is not a fun place to be.
Regarding family, I can't imagine my family not taking me in. In fact, my sister is trying to buy a house right now and just asked me for money to
cover closing costs. I will give it to her no questions asked because that's how we are. I know she would do the same for me in a second. My father
has passed but my immediate family has always been very close knit. In fact, I've had people take advantage of me because I've always been giving. I
never really cared about that though as I've always been able to make it. I have come very close to homelessness a couple of times though and am by
no means well off but I do what I can.
I really feel for those of you who say you can't go to family. It shouldn't have anything to do with pride but as you say, if you grow up in a
family that is not close then pride does kick in with them as well. Personally, I don't know that I could go to anyone else for help, but I always
know my family is there for me.
I still remember getting a free turkey at thanksgiving from the company I worked for in South Florida. I ate nothing but turkey for a month straight.
I made it last. I guess my experience there was a case where I didn't want to go home with my tail between my legs. I felt I would be letting my
father down by being defeated. So, I guess pride did play somewhat of a role during that part of my life.
I also have a tip:
If you find yourself laid off or fired from a job that paid you well and you are struggling to find work, always say that you made minimum wage on the
applications you fill out. I don't know how many companies turned me down because I was honest about my wage at my last job. They are always sure you
will leave in a week because you are used to earning 3 times what they pay. The truth is you are but you can't let them know that. I was able to rise
thru the ranks starting at $7.50 an hour after coming from a job that paid me $18.00. This was around 1988 and I moved to Florida on my own. There
were some scary moments (not like what others are talking about) but I was able to rent a room from an old Italian couple for next to nothing. They
eventually started treating me like one of their own and I ended up having the run of the house and the pool. The most important thing is trust. If
people can trust you, the sky is the limit. They would actually go on trips to Europe and leave me in charge of the house. I never let them down and
took good care of things.
As many have said, you have no idea just how close you are to homelessness no matter where you are in life right now. One day you're on top of the
world and the next, gone!
[edit on 7-5-2008 by jbondo]