Life by the drop is hard and not for the faint of heart. Becoming homeless and struggling to dig yourself out of the unyielding pit of nightmares you find yourself facing is soul crushing for anyone. Those hands of cards I could handle being dealt. Instead I was dealt the worst hand imaginable finding myself navigating the sea of homelessness and learning the ropes of gig work with my wife a four young children ages 4-9 in tow.
Our ship was sunk in the storm of covid pandemic and the life boat we were able to escape the wreckage with is full of holes leaving my wife and I endlessly shoveling pails of water out to keep floating. We had affixed some patches thanks to the kindness of strangers and things seemed to be looking up.
However as usually happens another storm kicked up. We now find ourselves in a rather precarious situation once again and facing down the barrel of homelessness once more. Our landlord not only started the eviction process against us he used shady mob tactics to try and force us to leave knowing we had nowhere to go.
We’re slowly working out a plan and trying to right the ship but the seas are very turbulent as we all know. I can’t stand the thought of Santa possibly forgetting my kids and then on top of it being thrown out on the streets just over a week later. Can you imagine the harm that would do to a child?
We have no car. I work any gigs or side jobs I can find. We are only in our home by the skin of our teeth. We make and refurbish furniture as a way to earn income as well but times are hard for everyone so not many people buying right now. We are adrift at sea and trying to find any saving grace here!
