God is love.
There is a place waiting. No ear, eye or mouth can communicate it. It’s bliss.
I would save as many souls as possible whilst I was making the transition to heaven.
I am waiting patiently for the end. And in the meantime, I live on the streets saving souls by enabling them to know that the thought is as good as the deed.
It is an absolute relief not to have to worry about responsibilities. It is easy to be on the streets. I don’t starve – people are kind enough to give food, clothes, and money on an on-going basis. Converse to what people might believe, we are a little family here and we share our daily gifts. I am not bitter the way life turned out for me. I did not have a happy childhood and have lost contact with my family. I used to use Ecstasy and Tic, but have been clean for 18 months now. I also suffer from periodic depression. I am a dedicated reborn Christian. I keep clean by bucket washing, and I sometimes sleep on the verandah of an unused house - when it’s cold.
No. There is always a lot going on. I sleep a lot, but when I am up and awake, life is full of curiosities and surprises. I keep myself entertained.
Clear, content, humble and thankful.
Vain, a nice guy, cool oke and happy.
Substance abuse has not been the only reason why I live on the street. I am a father (my daughter is 7) and a husband. I am also passionate about entertaining children. I juggle, I stilt walk, I blow balloons, and I love laughter.
I believe she is happy and well cared for. Her mother is a good mother – although she is now in another relationship. One day I will see my daughter again. I miss her.
Gossip. People are so quick to judge others and they talk about others as if they know them well.
A mere tool. The age-old barter system is far better.
I asked the question 7 years ago and I get the answer daily. I asked, “God, are you there?” And he always answers that he is always there for me and for others.
No wishes, only faith to appreciate. I would love to help adolescents in need.
Home is where the heart is. I am always home.
The sadness of others. I see many sad, frustrated, angry, confused people in their cars. I see all emotion. People think I don’t see what goes on, but I am exposed to much. Living on the street gives me a full view of the world, and I see life from a unique standpoint.
No, been there, done that.
As it comes.
Now? Yes, I am touching hearts. I love it when I am begging, and the kids respond to me with such openness. Adults are more frightened. They wind up the windows and look away. I want to tell them that I am harmless and full of love and they shouldn’t be frightened. I bear no malice.
I have all the skills I need within me.
Contentment, cheerfulness, sharing, believing.
Don’t limit the spirit of yourself or your children. It is what makes us beautiful.