In 1994, I was a single mother struggling to make ends meet. I had good job skills but not a good job. My neighbors didn't like that I worked two jobs but I was trying to keep from being y 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 go to eat under the viaduct on Sundays because a ministry came and fed us pancakes, bacon, sausage and real coffee.