I always here people, usually those guys hanging on to being homeless, out of fear of change, or maybe they just love the lifestyle of no responsibilty, doing what you want, when and how, which being homless in san francisco myself I know can be more like a vaction at times than a plight. And I never have truly understood what they meant, you know remember where you came from, now I wasn't born on the streets, actually I ended up there after a seriously of pretty poor decisons and whack judgment calls. Do they mean remember the the soup lines and the comradarere that happens between people that happens in situations to make the bad not feel so bad, or maybe they measn not to forget what it feels like to be invisible, because that is really what it is like, you could be lying in the center of the sidewalk crying for help, and people just step over you, like you are nothing. because that is what I felt like when I was out there. a BI NOTHING, THAT THE LONGER I WAS OUT THERE THE MORE INVISIBLE I BECAME, NOW I AM NOT TALKING LIKE SCIFI STUFF, I MEAN, WHAT MADE ME WAS WHAT WAS DISAPEARING, ANY SENSE OF STYLE, SENSE OF HUMOR, DIGINTY, SEFL RESPECT, THAT IS WHAT WAS SLOWILY SLIPPING AWAY FROM ME, AND IT HAPPENED RIGHT ON THE BUSIEST STREETS IN SAN FRANCISCO, IN THE FRONT OF GOLDEN GATE PARK, ON THE CORNER OF HAIGHT AND ASHBURY. I WAS BECOMING INVISIBLE. now fortune for me, i figured out how to escape the inescapeable. it wasn't all the goverment hoo haa, red tapes, hoops that was in my way, it was me, I had to stop, stand up and take responsiblity for myself, not it didn't happen all the sudden, or all at once, the first step was wanting to change. it is a law of the universe or something, because once you declare change change is invoked and it begun, sometimes with out of control speed, other times really slow, pin drop slow, but it happened. My way wasn't working for me, so I tried some elses way and then another's way, and I found a different way, and I took back my sense of humor, my dignity, my dreams, I took my dreams back... and then i discovered that I cannot keep anything with out giving it back, so I found volunteer work to be rewarding, now I am on the inisde, not the outside, and the view is much nicer in here, and you know I think it finally has come to me what that means, don't forget where you come from. It means that I see what is going on,and i strive to do something about it, now I am not going to give some one a dollar on the street, but I will point you in the right direction to get of the street, I'll even walk you there, but in the end it takes a personal decision. so it means not selling out, and being ashamed of being homeless, of talking about it, to try and take the stigma away, of moving on...
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