On being a statistic.
I've been homeless myself once. Hard to think of now, but for a while I was one of the hidden statistics- a sofa surfer, living on the very kind auspices of my friends. I was able to wash, eat and clothe myself, and I had a job, but being of no fixed abode on a sofa in the living room does make you suddenly realise how great my friends actually were.

But for them, I would have been staying in a shelter somewhere, afraid to fall asleep, just in case someone tried to get me addicted to crack cocaine (as happened to another friend of mine- luckily he was able to stay awake and eventually got himself a flat).

I'm a very lucky man indeed.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 6 Jul 2009, 13:46, Reply)