“Blue Boy” and How I’ve Become Grateful For My Life on the Streets

Looking back over six years, one of the weirdest things about homelessness was the phenomenon of feeling that you’re basically a decent guy with sound moral values, who was brought up in the 50’s on the Ten Commandments, and who was engrained to love God and love his neighbor as himself — and yet, you were thrown in the same bag with hardened street criminals, and people who — unlike Blue Boy — simply did not give a flying hoot about any other human being.

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