Bridge Folks: Homeless Housewife
"'Why don't you just get a job, low-life?'
And I want to ask them, 'How am I supposed to get a job when I don't even own a pair of clean underwear? And other people can smell it?'
The people who say those kinds of things are right. I probably am a low-life. They just haven't never been low enough to see how far I've fallen.
See, I used to be a housewife. A pretty rich one, too, if I can be honest.
Owned a boat of my own-nearly a yacht. Huge house. Jewelry-diamonds on diamonds. Condos. Prettiest cars. Fanciest restaurants. Workers in the house to cook and clean. Had it made.
But then my husband got into drugs.
He became highly paranoid. Accused me of being against him. Kicked me out. Seriously. Kicked. Right onto the curb of South Avenue.
He told all my friends I'd gone crazy. Turned everyone against me. Come to find out, he didn't want me anymore because he was running an illegal business, with all his business friends, whose wives used to be my friends.
So I had nowhere to go but the streets. No family. No parents. Nothing.
And I went through the whole thing. Lots of unwarranted sex. Any drug you could think of. Heroin, oxy, pixie, the ex, crack, coke, (my body craved coke).
My life quickly went from survival to figuring out when I could find my next toke. And what I could do to have it. Anything.
Until I almost died.
Then, by no chance an old friend took me in. She was actually another wife kicked out by her drug addicted husband.
Again, it wasn't by chance she was there. She saved me. I was thrown out by a drug crazy person and then became one myself. And in my worst place, she found me.
She said God told her I had to be saved. I needed love. That I had a purpose.
I don't know how or why but I just knew what she said was the truth.
I knew God and His love was something real ever since.
Like I said, I didn't just believe it. I knew it.
Like I knew that you need air or water. Or that there's still people out there who were like me that needed help.
I wanted to help them in the same way I was helped. So I did. Twice a week I'm down here working at the shelters and kitchens, meeting on the streets and doing what I can.
Let me tell you the truth. It's only by God.
Only by the power of Jesus have I been able to recover.
Only by Jesus have I been able to make it out.
Only by Jesus am I able to help and work with a job doing this today.
Only by Jesus have I found my home."
Isaiah 58:6-8 "Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh? Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard."
We are all 'low-lifes' in need of a savior. Do not look down upon those in struggles you don't understand. Offer a hand as an extension of God's saving grace.
Because here we can all be home.