Commentary: How Do I Re-Start My Life?

I Am Working Toward the Third Start of My Life

 By: Mike Vorhees

My life is getting better by living in the Volunteers of America shelter and by going to meetings and by doing what I’m supposed to do and not just what I want do. My life has also gotten better by me changing, by going out and doing outreach, and by sharing how my life has changed with others. I can now rest at peace at night. I eat three meals a day. I shower every night instead of one a week or not at all. I don’t worry anymore about how I’m going to get money for alcohol today. I get up every day, say my prayers on my knees, and read my meditation books.

I’m having hip surgery in February. As long as I stay sober, things will work out for me. I also feel pretty good about being sober these last six and a half months. My life has changed dramatically for the better since being sober. I don’t have to worry about sleeping under a bridge. I don’t have to worry about the police arresting me. I don’t have to worry about being beaten up. Basically I can go where I want to go; when I was drunk, people didn’t want me around. I was an idiot when I was drunk. The only people who wanted me around when I was drunk were the people that were helping me use and/or using me to use. There are some people that I used to talk to when I was using that won’t even talk to me anymore now that I’m sober. I now see that my real friends are the ones that want to help me stay sober and have better for myself, the ones that show me respect.

Now that I’m six and a half months sober, I’ve been working with my MHS case worker about housing. As long as I stay sober, whatever I want will come true. What I am looking for in life is having a home of my own, staying sober one day at a time, and helping another person out with troubles they are having. My goal is to be a street outreach worker for one of the homeless agencies of Greater Cleveland. I want to maybe help someone who’s an active alcoholic or drug addict to better their lives for them and everyone around them. I’m very happy to be able to write this story for this paper. God Bless you. And until then, may God keep you. Amen. If you have any further questions, you can contact me through NEOCH.

Copyright, Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless and the Cleveland Street Chronicle in December 2011.

Commentary: How Do You Survive on Disability?

How do you survive on disability?

 By D. Kindness

I am a 52-1/2 –year old disabled person and I get $640.00 a month in SSI and SSD checks. I also get a food stamp check for $200.00 a month. We have not had a raise since Obama came into office. A person cannot live a decent lifestyle on $840.00 a month. Obama bailed out the automobile businesses the minute he got into office. The President’s income is over $200,000 a year [Editor’s Note: The Presidents salary is actually $400,000], and he thinks we disabled people should be able to live on $640.00 a month. A house for rent such as a two bedroom would cost, $485.00 a month plus a security deposit that covers the whole $684.00 plus the $200.00.

I would have to borrow to pay the rest if I was not lucky enough to own my home. The mortgage is $280.00 plus insurance which is $105.00 a month plus utilities. I have been forced to use my food money to pay my bills. I’m an American, and I should not have to live like this. People always dog me to get a job. I wish I can get a job, a decent job, not no push over job. I can’t survive with a minimum wage to do maximum wage’s work. The economy is bad and the businesses can pick and choose their employees. There are 100 people for every job. 

I know also, many companies get tax breaks for hiring certain populations.  I think that this can be abused.  If a store owner don’t like that person, he would get another free employee for 6 months.

So you rich Americans stop telling me get a job. You do not know me, you don’t know my situation, so don’t dog me. My mother worked at General Electric for over 40 years before she died in 1988 of cancer. My family lost her pension due to her death. So, if I have to live on disability insurance, I should not be criticized; I am owed this.

Copyright Cleveland Street Chronicle and the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless in December 2011. 

Commentary: Climbing in the Port-o-Potty One Last Time

By Angelo Anderson

 Imagine it’s 1:30 in the morning in January in Downtown Cleveland.  The snow has been blowing and falling for days with record breaking wind chills.  You have on a pair of very worn shoes dirty jeans, a hoodie and a jacket that’s made for spring.  You’ve begged a ride on the bus to get downtown thinking you’d go to one of two shelters for men, knowing that at that hour they might not let you in.  Sure enough they’re full. 

 Because you’ve been smoking crack for a solid two weeks straight, you’re dehydrated, hungry, exhausted and depressed.  Dying from exposure is a real possibility.  But you continue to walk to stay warm and look for a place to hold up for the night. 

 The first thing you do is search the garbage cans for something you can use to stay dry.  You find some plastic bags and put them over your socks, silently praying for help.  You get in the middle of the street where the walking’s easier and head over to Superior looking for a steam grate to sleep on.  There’s a danger to this, any burns can be bad and frostbite from sleeping too long in one position is a constant worry.  But you are cold and starting to shiver so that steam grate sure seems like a good idea. 

 Needing some sort of insulation, you start to keep an eye out for some large cardboard, not finding any should have been a warning of how rough the night was going to get.  

Getting to East 20th and Superior and you start to see the bodies.  They look like mounds of new piled leaves that are wet and stuck together, you’ve never seen it this bad, there’s cardboard, newspaper and blankets everywhere as men try to get as close to the grate without getting burned. 

 No space is left unused.  Fear of freezing is now a reality but you have to keep moving, maybe the cave has some room.  The cave is off Public Square in a large office building, with a huge truck bay.   Under the bay is space that runs back into the building about 5 feet and the back wall is the vent for the steam to escape.  Along the way you empty a newspaper stand because the cave can be dirty and damp.  As you turn to go down the ramp you smell the cigarette smoke and wet bodies of 20 to 30 men crammed into a very small space.  The prayers are steady now; promising to change, asking not to die, and seeking guidance to some place safe and warm.  Pain is now part of each step, you move your arms and do jumping jacks to try and warm up.

 As you come out of the truck bay you see the Convention Center and remember that they have tall vents that give off heat. Hoping, you make your way over to this oasis of life.  Like nomads in the dessert, men have been drawn to this last refuge of warmth.  How the tops haven’t caved in from the weight of all the men laying on top is a miracle.  You have to keep walking and praying like never before, this just may be it. 

 You think of all the family you’ll be leaving and wonder how long before they find your body.  You regret all the time lost as you pursued your addiction.  You reflect on how each day has been an empty existence revolving around a stem and lighter and something to smoke.  You come to the realization that you can change your life into something better if given a chance and you start to pray for that chance.  Then you see this port-a-potty and climb in.  You close all the openings with the newspaper you took from the paper stand, lift your feet off the cold floor and a pray for the opportunity to change.

 That man was me… I’m formally homeless and with the help of NEOCH I turned my life around.  The coalition is not only a voice for the homeless, poor and impoverished across the nation, it’s also a place where those who need hope, can find refuge.  They provide opportunities that help homeless individuals become better people.    With NEOCH, those seeking help can come as you are.  There are no barriers and the mission is advocacy.  They help with food, clothing, shelter, legal issues, health concerns and the genuine rights of the homeless population.

But they cannot continue without your support!  I had determination, but many lack this and are afraid.  Your willingness to contribute allows others to become whole again.  It helped me and I encourage you to pass it on.

 Copyright Cleveland Street Chronicle and the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless in December 2011 and in Cleveland Ohio.

Commentary: Why I Have Terrible Headaches?

Why I have Terrible Headaches?

 Commentary by Raymond Jacobs

 On August 29, 2011, while walking thru Public Square about 11 p.m., I was approached by a male whose intent was to assault and rob me. During this encounter, while resisting the assault, I was stabbed in the head.

 Since the assault, I’ve had ongoing headaches. I have also wondered,  “Where were the police?” Shortly after the assault I sought out help.  I received this assistance from a private security guard who was working with a film company.  This security guard telephoned the police department to report the assault and also request EMS service.

 During this assault, I was robbed of only $10.00 dollars and now have an ongoing headache, and a loss of vision in my right eye, which never seems to go away. I also can’t seem to stop asking the question, “Where were the police?”  These ongoing headaches had helped me to realize and understand that the protection and safety of homeless people is not a primary concern of the law enforcement of the City of Cleveland.

Copyright Cleveland Street Chronicle and the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless in December 2011 in Cleveland.