I spent most of my life in Austin, Texas. Austin.
Homelessness is an issue that was always right in front of me. Almost every
street corner has a homeless person on it and they’re such a common occurrence
that some of them have even gathered a bit of fame. Possibly the most famous of
the bunch was “Leslie” the infamous cross dresser who once even ran for mayor.
I remember Leslie got in an accident and his status was unknown and rumors were
flying everywhere. Leslie was a big deal in Austin. I say, “was” because rumor
has it that he died due in the hospital due to his injuries.
During our stay in Austin my mother worked for non-profit
organizations mostly involved in homeless outreach. Growing up in an
environment surrounded by homeless people was very eye opening. A common
misconception or rather, misunderstanding, about homeless people is that they
are lazy or just can’t fin a job. While I don’t doubt that is a factor, I
learned that addiction and mental disabilities helped land these people where
they are today.
These experiences solidified “don’t judge a book by it’s
cover.” I learned that everybody has their different stories and histories and
it’s impossible to lump all homeless people into the same category. It really
got me interested in the origin stories of different homeless people in
America. When I moved back down to the valley I noticed more homeless people
walking around. It got me thinking that I’d like to hear the stories of the
homeless people around the Rio Grande Valley.
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