On November 13, 2010, my husband Micheal and I had the privilege to walk with over 5,000 others from all over the Southern California area in a United Way sponsored event that rallies against homelessness. It was awesome to watch people sporting t-shirts from their various organizations such as UPS, Southern California Gas, East West Bank, Fannie Mae and other corporate sponsors, blending together in a sea of tennis shoes and water bottle drinking, move from the Coliseum at Exposition Park, walk around the USC campus. We were a part of Supervisor Mark Ridley Thomas’ 2nd District, who has been working for this cause for some time in the Los Angeles area.
Homelessness is a subject close to my heart because I’ve lived it with my family more than once, when it was not a popular topic of discussion in 1986. For the sake of not allowing this blog to become a book, (for which I am writing about these homeless experiences in detail), I will give you a brief look into my homeless experiences in the following paragraphs.
Those were the beginning of dark days in which through a set of unfortunate circumstances (my ex-husband’s drug and alcohol abuse) we lost our apartment and were forced to move into a little, roach infested day rate hotel until I took my children, called my mom in Cleveland, and secretly moved back home. After several weeks, my ex (then my husband – “Sing” –his nick name) followed me to Cleveland, cleaned up his act for a time and we stayed there for a year until deciding to move back to California, in the late Fall of 1987.
Upon returning to Los Angeles, where we had drove across country, I had been promised my previous job by the employer I’d left the year prior. However, by the time we got back to L.A., things had changed and the job was not available. With little money, we got a small room for a couple of days, went to the County Welfare (CW) office and applied for emergency food stamps and cash. We had arrived at the CW early in the morning when it opened and were forced to stay all day with only snack foods to eat, while we waited for our paperwork to be processed. Once given the food stamps and emergency cash, we were able to stay at the hotel a couple of more days. As a result of making some calls, we found a homeless shelter home on 118th street near Central Avenue where we stayed for about a month. Although I had gotten a temporary job as a secretary, we hadn’t saved enough to move into an apartment and had to leave the shelter. With the little money we’d saved, Sing devised a plan that he thought could possibly help us continue forward with hopes of getting an apartment. We would sell eggs! When I first heard him say this, my mind was blank. Sell eggs! How could we sell, why would we sell and then where? Since our 1976 Honda station wagon had open seating in the back, the idea was to fill up the back with cartons of eggs and go door to door and sell eggs for $1.00. I was too tired to argue or disagree. At that point, we had been sleeping at night at the beach, in Santa Monica. We’d cover our car over with cardboard with a little peep hole so we could take turns watching out. The children were in the back seat and the eggs would sit behind them in the trunk area. Most of our belongs were in storage but we had packed enough clothes and items to keep us going for a couple of days. We have no address so we couldn’t get any more food stamps or checks, so I thought, OK, we must do something, so I’ll agree to try this crazy idea. So, we found an egg distributor near downtown L.A. and purchased several boxes of eggs to try it out. The next thing was to test where we could sell them for a $1.00. Sing was excited and had the gift of selling. Our first stop was at a local liquor store in south central Los Angeles. He left us in the car, went to the back of our wagon, pulled out a few cartons of eggs and proudly walked and disappeared around the corner from view to the front of the liquor store. The kids and I sat anxiously and watched, hoping he’d work his magic. In my heart, I began praying that he would sell at least one carton, and we would leave without too much embarrassment for which I was already feeling. About five minutes later, I watched in amazement as he walked proudly back towards our car empty handed! Without stopping at the driver’s side where I thought he’d get back in to drive us away, he smiled and went to the back of our wagon again. Looking at our son with a broad smile, he said, “Come on son, give Daddy a couple of more cartons of those eggs and come with me!” From that moment, we were in the egg selling business, excitingly selling to people all over the place. By the end of a couple of days, we had a regular route, apartment buildings, liquor stores, and random people. At that time, eggs were selling for more than a $1.50 in most grocery stores.
Soon, we were able to get a small kitchenette in Gardena. I again got a temporary assignment as a secretary in Century City, and the children were enrolled in school in Gardena. After living in this roach invested place for several weeks, my ex-husband had re-started his drug habit and again, in which he’d take the money we’d saved and go get crack cocaine. Since the children were in school during the day and I was at work, it left him with the car and a lot of time on his hands to do wrong. As a result, we were evicted because we could no longer pay the weekly rent to stay in the kitchenette. Again, we were homeless, living in our car. I was tired and exhausted from thinking of how to get out of the situation without loosing my children. Yes, I had thought about calling the authorities but loosing my children to the system due to what I felt was a temporary situation was too hard for me to bear. I knew that it would be difficult to prove my love, commitment and ability to take care of my children in a court. A judge would not understand that this homelessness was a temporary situation. My decision to wait and keep my faith in God was hard but I believed that somehow, everything was going to be alright.
We stayed in our car in local areas around Gardena, Ca. as it was a safe area. Each morning, we would go to the back of Vons grocery store and get the food from the dumpster that was thrown away each morning. The food items were not spoiled and were packaged, and clean, consisting of day old bread, deli meats and other items which had expired that day. We had a small cooler in the trunk, with ice and we’d put lunch meat, water, and other perishables in it for daily use. We’d wash up at McDonalds. Sing would drop the kids off at school and me at the temp job I had in Gardena/Torrance area. During the day, he’d scout around in the neighborhoods for items that were put out for large trash pickup. If he saw things worthy to sell, he’d pick up the items and sell them to second hand shops for cash. In the evening, he’d pick up the kids, and then pick me up. Depending on how much money we had, we would either BBQ in the local park or eat sandwiches and fruit from our cooler.
One of the things that is so profound in this entire experience is that my faith in God was strong enough to believe that He would help us get a place. I was hurt because of my children, because of the decisions I had made to marry a man that had turned to drugs and alcohol in a desperate attempt to numb his pain. Because of this, our family suffered more than ever. My brain was exhausted, and tired of trying to figure out what to do. When you live in a situation like this, your mind goes through a devastating process. Depression and hopelessness can overcome you if you’re not grounded in faith in the Lord to know that things will get better.
What happened? Did we get a place? The short end to the story is yes, after a couple of weeks of living on the streets of Los Angeles County (Santa Monica, Gardena, and L.A.) on the day after Thanksgiving, 1988, we were admitted to Rio Hondo Temporary Home in Norwalk, Ca. Where my original hope had been to be able to have a shower and a night to stay so we could think of our next move on the following, God worked it out that we were able to stay four months, save money and move to a rented home in Los Angeles. Within several months, I got training on how to use PCs, got a job at Coca Cola. Within three years, I was able to finally leave my ex-husband, and purchase a home in Norwalk, Ca through a set of events that will be further discussed in my book – “From Homeless to Home Owner”.
There are so many details that will be shared further in the book. The Lord has commissioned me to write it because it is my belief that it will bring strength to those that may be going through difficult times or homelessness right now. What I want people to understand is the following:
- Homelessness is a real problem that now touches every class, race, religion, and ethnicity in the U.S. and abroad.
- Homelessness should not be viewed as something that happens only to drug addicts, (I’ve never taken drugs or abused alcohol, although I was married to a man that did have those problems and was the direct cause of what happened to our family).
- Anyone can be a victim of homelessness when they lose a job, family or assets through no fault of their own.
- You can recover from homelessness if your belief system is stronger than your circumstances. For me, my strong belief in God kept me sane, for you, it may be something else.
- Never forget where you come from and how you got better. At that time, I had no formalized education and no permanent job. I was on welfare assistance, and in a relationship that was not healthy; however, my goal was higher and my belief was strong in God. Although I was mentally drained and tired, I never gave up hope that the Lord would bring us out!
- Realize that the experiences you have in hard times are not only for you, but should be used as a testimony for those that are coming after you. In sharing these events today, I realize that the hurt is still inside me. Yet, it is my belief that the testimony that I share with others about my own personal experience will allow those that meet and talk with me to know, that yes, I’ve been there, more than once. Yes, I and my family suffered as a result of homelessness. BUT, we’re devine survivors. I now look back on those years as a great lesson that we had to go through to always remember to be thankful. I’ve been blessed beyond measure since that time. Through that experience, I was able to purchase a home, get out of a toxic relationship through divorce, and go back to college. During the senior year of my Ph.D. program, the Lord blessed me to meet the most awesome man of God in my life, Dr. Micheal K. Williams, Sr. We were married in Oct, 2007, and from that point, our lives together have been a wonderful adventure!