This is my story about My best friends, and those I consider my family. The homeless.

My best friends, and those I consider my family. As far as caregiving I work with autistic children. I guess you could call that caregiving but who's caring for who's another question entirely. Anyone paying attention sees who is really in charge...the 9 year olds. So where I do feel like a caregiver is with the beautiful, gentle, caring, loving and honorable community of homeless persons around my neighborhood. The thing is, they easily do at least as much for me as I do for them. I started this adventure with the idea that I would help some people, but after 7 years of feeding, giving showers/laundry and occasionally taking someone in, I've become dependent on their attention and love, as much as they depend on me. I have gone broke at times, and they have fed me. I had old tattered clothes and they clothed me. I recently lost my home of seven years, because neighbors complained about the homeless traffic, and they showed me how to live, and took me under their wing. Everything is okay for us now, but they will continue on. They say I changed their lives , but it is mine that is forever changed. I love you all misfit toys, (land of misfit toys is what we called my house) . You are my family, and we will be back., Sooon. Spoonz, Lefty, Sleepy, Shawn, Lil' but, Chica, Mike and Kelly, Wheelz and All the rest you whether I met you or not; you have my respect and my love. Security guards, managers, and minimum wage employees, please realithese are good honorable people, and you are a paycheck or two from being there. Everyone, instead of buying the homeless guy a sandwich, buy 2, sit down, and have lunch with him. You just may learn something.