Thrown out of house and home, due to poles that come in pairs, and show the possibility of no return, I decided to ask for some help. The people who enjoy calling themselves my “friends” were of little help, and the ones who feel I should rely on them in a time of need seemed to ignore me: my questions and thoughts were literally repelled and avoided. So feeling at a loss I decided to search in the largest pool of resources that was known to me, the web. Finally I got a hit, from one very unexpected individual and her son. I was asked to come live with them for two weeks until I stored up enough money to take a place of my own under my belt. Gracious and thankful I accepted… Now due to lack of transportation of a motor type, it’s going to be a very straining two weeks, but god has granted me the opportunity. And if the only cost of it is to bike 20 miles a day, I cannot ask for more. A blessing in a shaded place, the light shown itself and all I have to do is enter it, and soak up the greatness of whats been presented to me. So I thank my shelter providers, and I thank God for having created such amazing people.