What Are The Challenges Of Being Homeless

I faced a challenge when I was 11 years old and I was at the moment homeless, moving from home to home with my mother and older brother. Due to some unfortunate circumstances including some trouble that my other brother had with the law my complex kicked me and my family out and only gave us 24 hours to move out. It was an experience I will never forget. The pain I saw my mom go through will always remain very vivid in my memories. I called many places home during those twelve months I’ was homeless, but I was fortunate to always have a roof over my head. It was a blessing to have those people open their home doors to my family in those tough times. It was a tough time overall for my family and I. Certain memories from that time remain very
Nothing could have ever prepared me for a situation like that. At that age, I already knew how the world worked and I thought I knew what it was to be sad, but my whole life changed after my brother passed. I felt emotions that I did not knew existed. I did not feel it all at once but slowly but surly it got to me and before I knew it I was depressed, crying myself to sleep most nights. I went through my fair share of heartache but what I see my mom go through is what made me completely view lie differently. My mom was the strongest person I knew my entire life. She raised three boys on her own since she was a teenager and she did the absolute best she could. She even moved to a whole new state away from all her family in order for a better life for my brothers and I. New York City isn't the best place to raise young boys. It is trap that keeps people from prospering and reaching their full potential. It is a place of pain and agony. Where I'm from there is a lot of pain, so it was not the first time I experienced the death of a loved one. Although it is sad death is common where I am from, Growing up I went to more funerals then