Getting back on your feet, with support

By Sam Al-Jondi, Contributing Vendor

No one was born to say, “I want to be homeless when I grow-up.” It is an experience that does not appear on anyone’s radar screen. When you have reached adulthood: You have a job, a wife and a mortgage. Everything is hunky-dori and is going according to plan.

Then any number of things can happen. Your job gets outsourced to China or India or any number of other places on earth where labor can be obtained cheaper. After all, the corporation that we work for is out to make a profit, so if need be, that might mean shipping your job overseas. If this happens, it can all start to fall apart. You lose your mortgage, the bank takes your house and in the process, you lose your wife and family. Then, for many, they end up out on the streets.

Of course, there are many reasons for people ending up on the streets, but the results are the same. You find yourself walking around — feeling like the world is closing in on you. You see no hope on the horizon. You forget what to even hope for. Somehow you can’t help blaming yourself and believing it’s your fault. You believe you can’t escape it. You know you must take responsibility for yourself. This is the psychological drama you find yourself living in, right beside your physical need for shelter and food. Some people simply give up and resort to drugs or other things to cope. Others are able to hold on and search for that roadmap to living again.

Not all the homeless are good and not all them are bad, but none of them deserve to suffer and die on the streets. A lot of them are vets who put their life on the line to protect this country, and its way of life, ultimately, protecting the haves sitting in their mansions.

I have experienced homelessness. My own set of circumstances put me there, and I want to talk about some of my experiences.

One cold night recently, the wind was blowing from every direction. It was raining and because the wind kept changing direction, it was very hard to find a dry spot where one could put a sleeping bag or blanket. A group of us gathered under the Broadway Bridge and we each found a dry spot where we could lay our heads. There were four of us.

A short time later a woman on a bike made her way to us. She put her bedding down and lay down on her blankets. She had no tarp. Everyone fell asleep, cold, listening to rain and wind whipping up around the bridge. Like I said, the wind kept changing direction. When I awoke again, I uncovered my head from the tarp and sleeping bag to see the woman getting up. She was literally soaking wet and shivering. She boarded her bike and left. I looked at the sky and thought, “what is wrong with you?”

I woke later that morning to a man kicking my feet demanding to see some I.D. It was a police officer that had driven his car under a portion of the bridge. He took each of our I.D. cards. I feared what he might do. My heart raced. He took our names and gave us a warning, but said next time we would be arrested for trespassing.

Something inside of me felt like a boxer down on my knees. All I could hear was the voice of my coach who’s mouth barely reaches the platform, yelling at me, “Get up. Get up, you bum. You can win. You can get out of this. Get up and fight.”

For me, my coaches in this circumstance are people like Israel Bayer, Joanne Zuhl, Kreeg Peoples at Street Roots, the people of the Northwest Pilot Project and Rebecca, Jason, Jessica and the children who get up at 5 a.m. to go to Blanchet House to serve the homeless. I hear their voices saying, “Get up. You can do this. Fight.” They are the voice of that coach who belived in me and helped me win.

I am not out of this nightmare yet, but I am on my feet. It is indeed the American spirit and the great hearts of the people and services I mention that are making the difference.

4 responses to “Getting back on your feet, with support

  1. Ive been through lots of addictions portland and north cal if.. now that Ive got 18 months clean &lots of failed attempts of 12-step i look at past mistakes as tools been there done that and dont want no more.substance abuse is misery in disquise /recovery /is a blessing in disquise.

  2. Hey uncle
    How are you
    I’m Abed Al-jondi son of your sister Widad
    We miss you so much
    How are you ?
    Your sisters Widad and Fatima miss you
    Take care

  3. hi uncle i miss u . please call us 009625815390

  4. Give me your e-mail

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