Somebody sent a comment that was received amongst the tons of spam comments, I just had a chance to go through some of them.
Really amazes me sometimes the amount of hate the blog gets, usually the same mentality as many of the local armchair quarterbackers have. I thought a long time a few years ago about 'taking down' the site, went through the "I'll keep it up as inspiration"...blah blah blah.
Comes down to two things: the blog's mine and if you don't like the fact of what's on it...why are you stuck on it?
For the people that've followed since it started, I'm doing well. Preparing my paperwork for returning to college, became a single parent (should be finalized in a few months), and am now a FLorida Certified Recovery Peer Specialist. All that and I didn't get a chance to do a match up for any of the best online degrees, but there's still hope!
Jacksonville's had an interesting three years regarding homelessness. Money got tighter, some programs improved, some innovative things started up. On the other hand, I see homeless people being used as excuses STILL for people stuck in dead end jobs they've been in for the last six years. While some have 'moved' on and developed into good managers, many are still...doing what they do when they do what they do.
How or what I'm going to do with the blog/site, I still don't know. I often get requests still do reviews for products or services as well as other monetizing. With moving into psycho-social medicine, the more I look at homelessness issues...the more I feel less I have to say. The chronically homeless cycling for decades isn't the subsection/culture I came through during my own homelessness. How and what I relate aren't the same perspective as those shuffling through still that I see today as I saw six years ago.
Out of the multiple families I've come to know through those years, only one do I have sporadic contact with...a son of a fellow Veteran who died and left his four children behind two years ago. The rest either don't want it disclosed what they went through or in some cases returned to the same cycle.
The only thing I can do sometimes is meditate or pray.
Peace