“Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.” — Lyndon B. Johnson

“Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.” — Lyndon B. Johnson

This is a positive quote that will help me press on to better things in my future.

I had lost my basement suite apartment on December 31st, 2017, due to the landlord not keeping it up to code and after I had complained to the tenancy branch, he evicted me. I became homeless.

I had nowhere to go as I am on a Disability pension which doesn’t even cover the rents in Vancouver and the Fraser Valley. The housing crisis is at a peak right now, with so many people homeless, living in tents or in homeless shelters; that is exactly where I ended up – a homeless shelter.

The change of venue was difficult to get used to. You are in a locked environment with staff to help you if you need it 24/7(which is a joke most of the time). As soon as you enter a homeless shelter you are asked to strip down and give all your clothes to them to be washed; bed bug protocol. Then you go through a rigorous amount of questioning, paperwork to fill out, and rules that go in one ear and out the other because of the stress of going through this new experience.

Then you are shown to a room where your bed is, most uncomfortable by the way, and thankfully I had a room to myself for 2 1/2 months. I would stay in my room a lot and crochet clothing to keep my mind active.

All the women in the shelter had to participate in cooking and cleaning; there were schedules for us all. Sometimes the meals were so badly cooked that the staff had to intervene and cook something edible for all of us. There were only about 8 of us women living in this huge house made into a women’s shelter. It’s government owned.

Homeless shelters are not for the weak of heart. They are places that can be very dangerous. My friend, 75 years old, was sucker punched twice by another homeless resident, bumped to the ground by a car in the parking lot, had his car stolen and everything in it, had cash stolen from him, etc. The homeless people that I’ve met are either avid heroine addicts or alcoholics who lie, cheat, and steal for a living. I’m not talking about the minuscule few who really need a bed for a while to get back onto their feet, I’m talking about the felons, ex-convicts, drug addicts, etc. etc. who are a danger to others. It’s a scary place to be when you are sleeping in your bed at night, wondering whether you will get punched, knifed or worse. It’s a very stressful place to be to say the least!

However, I kept up my crocheting tops and sold a couple of them during my years stay in various homeless shelters. I’ll keep you up to date on the ludicrousness of that kind of life and how I’ve come out of it fairly unscathed.

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