How I became homeless

How I became homeless My name is [NAVN A], though most people know me as the brave. After my dad died of cancer and my mom’s death just after my dad, because of chock, I could a year later officially be called homeless when I was about 15 years old. I have lived with many abusive foster homes since I was 14 years old, and it was tough times. So I decided that I will not be a victim anymore. I had about 600$ to my name, after my parents death and I decided to go to New York. My dream was to become an actor, so I wanted to go to New York and try my luck as an actor. But it never succeeded to convince schools (for actors) that I was a good actor. I hadn’t much money left, so I gave up the dream. I went to Liverpool and decided to live there, because New York was too expensive for me. I used the money I had on a hotel room, I lied and said that I was 19. When I was discovered, and they knew I was only 15 years old they threw me out of the hotel. I ended up on the streets hanging out with other older street kids. That’s when I officially became homeless. The good things about street life were that it doesn’t matter how you look, and everybody (street kids) respect each other. Being homeless, dirty, hungry and too young to get a job SUCKS! Most of the people who passed by me on the sidewalk, looked down on me or looked wonderingly at me, maybe because I ‘m too young to be a homeless, I don’t know. I was tired to begging money from people, so I found a new way to survive. It was the time where I had to steal. I took some of my friends and told them what I will do. Me and the two others should ask the owner of the shop about something, while the other three would steal some clothes or food. My first winter was horrible. I was alone, my group was divided. I stole blankets from shops, because I wouldn’t freeze. I would rather have died than stayed on the street with only cardboard and paper which would warm me up. When I turned 16 I thought, I will get a job. Wrong! I looked bad, didn’t have any clean clothes and I hadn’t had a shower in about 4 months. So I kept begging money, and wouldn’t steal more after a boy I knew was arrested. My life meant nothing more, I couldn’t recognize myself. Once a upon a time a man called Stephen came to me, while I begging money. He told me, about an organization that helps homeless youngsters under 20. He told me that, I can shower, do laundry, hang out, play games, eat and a slew of other thing without worrying about anything. The man that came out of the blue completely changed my life. Now there was a place where I could shower and look good. I also met people on my age to hang out with.I found my feet, and decided to get an education. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I more or less decided to get an education.It was a big step for me, everything was different. I fell in love with boy called Jacob, he accepted my life as it was. Suddenly I had more reasons to live, I enjoyed every minute with Jacob. It was the first time I fell in love, so it meant so much to know how it feels to be with a person that trust you and that was with you in bad and good times.You can see that, there is a big difference between then and now. As I wrote before, Stephen changed my life. Without him, I would still be one of the street kids. I thank him for sending me here. I’m hoping that when I get older, that I can make a difference with the increasing number of homeless people here in the world.