Chapter 5
Connections
Everyone needs someone to talk to, someone who will listen, hopefully
someone who has been there and done that. It is very difficult to find the
latter; many people have confronted similar situations but never with quite the
same circumstances. Many people modify their stories to make themselves appear
to be in-the-know but at the same
time, making a total fool of themselves in the eyes of someone who actually has
the experience. This is true in many instances, not just homelessness.
Homeless persons share a unique bond, similar to soldiers. I often
refer being homeless as very similar to soldiers because of the intense and
difficult living situations that arise. While it’s true that homeless persons
generally are not subject to intense violence, the bond between them differs
only slightly from a platoon or battalion.
Communication is important among homeless persons as it is a military
action. Homeless persons depend on one another when it comes to streaming
important information from one camp to another or even beyond. This is
especially true as bad weather approaches and special preparation must take
place.
Usually, at least one person within a certain area of homeless camps
has a cellular telephone in his or her possession to gather important
information or obtain police or medical help when and if needed. A radio is
also an important communication device among homeless persons. Such things as
upcoming weather conditions play a major part in preparation, as do local
emergency activities. Keeping up on the news is important. Therefore many times
one person will purchase a newspaper and pass it along for others to read.
Now for the sticky part: Once a person gets off the streets and once
again enters ‘normal’ society, all the previous contacts and connections seem
to disappear. For me, it was almost like the persons I knew on the streets wanted
nothing to do with me. Was it jealously? Was it low self-esteem? I don’t know.
It seemed like the persons whom I spent so many days and nights with, the ones
who struggled right along beside me, walked the other direction as I either
stepped off the bus or from a vehicle. In fact, there were many stories that
suddenly cropped up that seemed almost like some sort of an injunction against
me. This in itself is sad, due to the bond we had built amongst ourselves
through those horrible years.
Until Next Time,
Kirk Toncray
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Until Next Time,
Kirk Toncray
-Website is under construction-
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