I consider myself to be in the ideal position to express what homelessness is actually like. That is, from the perspective of those of us who have lived it.
I first found myself homeless and close to crazy in the Florida Keys seven years earlier. I was pretty sure, at that point, I was going to hell and was being punished for things had transpired in my childhood.
The main activity for celebrating Martinmas is a lantern walk. We meet in Cannon Hill Park, the children bearing the lanterns they made in class, and everyone sings a simple song as we walk around the pond.
While studying social work at a faith-based university, I am continually smacked in the face with this question: How do I respond morally, ethically, personally and professionally to poverty in my community?