Amos’ Story

People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes - Sheila McKechnie  My name is Amos.  I became homeless because an untreated bipolar disorder.  I lost my job and ended up on the streets.  I was afraid to go to a shelter because I heard so many stories of how dangerous …

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Claude’s Story

I'm sitting in the café which I frequently go to because I love their Latte when I can feel that someone is staring at me.  I turn my head and my eyes meet those of a very beautiful African American woman.  As we lock eyes for what seemed like eternity, I debate whether or not …

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Sophia’s Secret

My name is Sophia.  I have been living with a secret since I was eight.  It's a shameful thing and every-time I think about it, I feel sick and I wish I could curl up and just die.  No one at school knows but I keep wondering if they could tell just by looking at …

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Tamika’s Story

Photo by Zack Jarosz from Pexels I was turning tricks since I was 15.  My father was in prison for manslaughter and my mother was a coke head.  I didn't have any siblings.  I was the only child.  I thought of dropping out of school and finding a job so I could save up enough …

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Janco’s Story (Part One)

I'm a Literature Evangelist and youth leader in my church.  I'm on fire for the Lord so I leave tracts on buses, trains, taxis, the waiting rooms of doctors, dentists, on sidewalks, streets--yes, I drop them as I walk.  Sometimes I would stand on the sidewalk and hand them out to people as they walk …

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Mia’s Story

Ours isn't your typical love story.  I was a victim of human sex trafficking and he's an FBI agent.  My name is Mia and I'm 28 years old.  I was 18 when I ran away from home.  I was having problems with my mother who always made me feel like I was no good and …

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David/Rooted #writephoto

This was the tree where David and I met after school.  He was the sweetest boy I ever knew and I always imagined that one day we would get married and have lots of children.  It never occurred to me that laws would soon be put in place to make relationships such as ours illegal. …

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Ife’s Toilet Crisis

As Ife cleaned the toilet, she thought of how lucky these people were who could afford to travel and stay in fancy hotels when there were so many people there in Kampala who don’t have the luxury of private toilets.  Her daughter went to a school which didn’t have any toilets.  This meant that she …

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Cat

Sheila stood at the window gazing at the city skyline illuminated in the setting sun.  Below the streets pulsated with life.  Behind her, she could hear Adam in the kitchen. She smiled.  He'd finally invited her for dinner.  They'd been partners for a year now.  When she first joined the force, she was determined not …

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The Mistake/Beginnings #writephoto

He was in the foyer removing his hat and gloves when Flora walked.  He put them on the table. “Here are the pen and paper you asked for, Sir,” she said handing them to him.  She was dressed in her coat and hat. “Thank you, Flora,” he said, taking them from her.  “Are you going …

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