When I Was Homeless: How It Scarred Me, and What the City Must Do to Help More People Lift Themselves Out
“Forget this. I’m going home.”
It’s the little things that remind you how big your blessings are. As much as I wanted to go to ShopRite and get the one-pound bag of baby carrots on sale for 50 cents, it had been a long, hot day and I was tired and sweaty. But when I told myself “I’m going home,” the magnitude of my words really hit me.