In 1994, I was a single mother struggling to make
ends meet. I had good job skills but not a good job.
I took on a second job. My neighbors didn't like that
I worked two jobs but I was trying to keep from becoming homeless and pay the bills off. In the end, my 3 children and I became homeless anyway. The next two years of my life were pure hell. The highlight of
that experience was was getting to eat under
the viaduct on Sundays because a ministry came and
fed us pancakes, bacon, sausage and real coffee.