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Seven Years Ago Tomorrow, I Overcame Failure and Rose to a New Life
If you give up you become the walking dead
I was staying at Transitional housing in Minneapolis. I was driving the staff crazy because I was after them all the time. I needed big boxes. Olivia, sent me a two-wheeled dolly so I could get the boxes to the Fed-Ex place near the shelter.
I left the dolly in the room when I left
Government Assistance paid eighty-something a month. For the next three months, I would send a box of my stuff to South Carolina. Olivia had found me a place to stay. She rented me a room in a house with three or four other guys.
I was excited to be leaving, I arrived at the terminal early
Two days before I left Minneapolis, I packed my bag and backpack. I left the shelter on a Saturday morning right after breakfast. When I turned in my key and my I.D. I surprised the woman behind the counter. “ You’re leaving?” I told her, “Yes, I was out of there.”
I walked to the Light Rail station to head to the airport. Two and a half years of homelessness came to an end.
