Each and everyday I see a homeless person, other than my family and myself, I think...I should help this person. Oh yea, I can't help myself...because we're homeless too! Right now, I am staying with a friend whom, come November 1st of this year, will be homeless herself...along with her young daughter (foreclosure & divorce is a b!tch...I know, I've been through them both). I give as often as I can and when I do, it feels so good that I teach my children to do the same. My 14 year old actually gave a homeless man her last dollar, which made me feel just as good as her did at that moment. A teenager with not a lot to give...giving up her last dollar to a complete stranger? Almost unheard of these days. That chocolate bar she was intending to buy was sad that day. I decided to ask the county for help, and to my suprise, there's a super long waiting list...about 3 years long. So now, I'm asking complete strangers for help in our time of urgent need. I would like to end this homeless streak once and for all! For 2 years my family (just me and my 3 children) and I have been moving from house to house, sleeping on floors to air matresses, to paying greedy reletives rent that we couldn't afford...at the same time, buying all the food, cooking and cleaning (very sloppy people...VERY, not kidding), with their friends coming over daily and messing up the place and eating all the food that I bought! We couldn't handle it anymore...especially when their grades started slipping. So, I moved in with my friend who is more family than most of my reletives to help her pay the monthly bills until she's booted out due to foreclosure. While it's a little cramped and there's no room for privacy...at all, I am very grateful for her genorosity in helping my family with a roof over our heads and I hope to return this gratitude someday and hopefully soon. That is why I really need the help of complete strangers to feel my compassionate plea for help. I have a busted up 2 door SUV with holes in the floor and haven't had heat or air for 2 years...I'm not complaining! I will drive that thing til it falls apart wheel by wheel, I don't care. I need to end this vicious cycle of worring about where my family will live once the time is up. Yes, I have a job! It pays well enough but not enough to get an apartment, pay the deposit, and first & last months rent. Tried that, and I didn't qualify. I also tried to get the apartment in a reletives name and that backfired. I don't even care if we have to sleep on air matresses until I can get furniture, I just need to get to a place we can finally call home. And with the mortgage paid in full, I can (more generously than I can afford now), help the next homeless family and/or persons asking for help. Starting a chain reaction in the future of my children's generosity towards those who try but cannot help themselves out of a fall. I am an aspiring screenplay writer (unknown at the moment) but I know I will get there (highly known) and like I said before, I have a job and a vehicle and I'm telling the truth...God knows I am! If you can, please help us get a home...home! Blessed be those believe without seeing. Thank you for reading me!