Just because I'm Homeless, doesn't mean I'm hopeless...

Although I have to tell you, it's very difficult to not be afraid. I've been homeless before and nearly did not come back from a complete system, kidney and heart failure. Looking back, I still have no idea how I endured and survived. Funny thing, hardly anyone in town ever realized I was homeless. It forced me out of my protected hermit status and I had no choice but to be seen by people. Lord I was so stubborn and determined not to draw attention to myself. I found real quick that people were more afraid of me being 'homeless' then I was to be homeless. Outside of wishing for fresh water and food I wanted no uncomfortable attention of pity or fear. So I determined in my mind that if anyone ever saw me, they would only see my joy and love for life. I did this by never letting anyone see me frown or looking unhappy. When people would see me I would always light my face up with a smile and the joy of seeing them. Ironically I helped alot of other homeless people and victims of aides rejected too by society. Believe it or not, just from my smile. After a few months people would wait for me or look for me to come to town they said, just to see me smile because it always lifted their spirits...the healing power of a simple smile. Many of those people had homes but they lived in sadness and dispair. After about 5 or 6 months the town of Guernville, literally the whole town, nicknamed me Sprite. One person started it and it stuck in the small town. "He said you are a little sprite! A free spirit!" hee hee. I suppose as much as any of them saw, I was. All because I was always smiling, helpful and cheerful. I enjoyed helping others and lifting their spirits because it made me feel good which I preferred over being miserable. They still call me sprite and tho years have passed, those that my little smile cheered up have never forgot me and always greet me with joy..........anyway...here I am in the same predicament. Hmmm.
I write this because I have an apt. to view an apt. this Saturday My room here at the motel expires the 27th. I need a merical. I need your prayers and positive energy to help me get into this place, or any place, if this ends up being the wrong door, before the 27th.
I want to thank you all for your love, and energy, for fueling my hope....for being my friends. I can not express how much you have touched my heart, soul...my life. May you be blessed with feeling all the joy you have brought me...I love you