I’ve been employed at Star of Hope Mission for three months, but I’ve lived in Houston for 20 years. Where have I been all this time to have not noticed the magnitude of homelessness in the fourth largest city in the United States? Is it because I didn’t care? No. I’m familiar with loss and having to start over with less. I grew up in Illinois in a very small town of 500 people. In the Midwest, people farm to earn a living, but we were different. My parents divorced when I was three years old. My mom was quickly branded a single parent and was forced to learn a job skill. My dad never returned.
I’ve been guilty of not wanting to own homelessness. I mean, it’s got to be someone else’s responsibility, right? Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes and related to their suffering? There are many reasons why I want to be a voice that is heard for Star of Hope. Touring the Men’s Development Center downtown was life-changing for me. I’ve served on mission trips to Central and South America and Haiti. I’ve seen poverty, but I had never touched homelessness. It comes in all colors, sizes and reasons.
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