Thanks, Geron.
CFIDS took care of my future by making me quit the best job I ever had. It took me years to adjust, but I figured, once you hit the bottom, the only way to go is up. And so I began to climb. Slowly and painfully, and at one time, I was living in a place known for drugs, beatings and murders.
The New Year’s Eve I had to spend there was dangerous. Someone was shot just three doors from my room, and I’m sure it was over a drug deal. I moved into housing 10 days later, and my income was so low that I got food stamps and the county paid me $15 a month for utilities and didn’t charge me anything for rent.
Anything from that point on was an improvement, so I try not to be ungrateful for the many blessings that come my way. It would be disrespectful to God, Who has given me trials to strengthen my spirit. I appreciate that...
I remember things like that. I had a sister who was lucky to get food stamps, as weird as that sounds. She got a room at the “Anchor Motel” in downtown Dallas, which is like the place you described.
She even had to sleep in shelters, where her stuff was stolen and she had a kid with her!