How did you get out of being homeless, were there social services that helped?
I tell you how and part of it is painful to think about it.
In the few month I was homeless I was hanging out in a video store were I knew the person working in quite well - greek girl (I will be forever thankful to the person her name was Elena).
One day I come in and she says there was a call for you...
This was extremly unusual since how should anybody know to call there for me? surely not my parents since they I broke of contact with them and they had no idea what happened to me.
So I answer call back, and a father of a girl called that knew me from other friends and by briefly chatting with me, I was like 17 at the time - She said she convinced her family that they have a hotel in the blackforest and they want to give me a second chance.
Completely random incredible when I think about it now.
So I get picked up and all, i get a room, I get a job (no pay cleaning dishes) but I get food and a place to stay and to start all over again - i never forget the first time sleeping in a bed after like I dunno 3 - 4 month sleeping in trains and at the end in an abandoned house in deep black forest winter in a sleeping bag (unthinkable now)
But I was a complete prick at the time and completely wreckless, things did not go well and when the woman of the house asked me to hover I found an ear ring on the ground and for some reason I took it too my room and she accused me of stealing, I cannot remember why I took it to my room but I left it on my night drawer so I wasn't intending to steal it at all I didn't even see the value in it - but she did not believe me, also the girl lend me some of her money to buy new cloth and I of course fucked it up and did not pay it back.
One day things went to far and the father talked to me (I think the mother never wanted me but the father and the kids were really decent and good people) he said i need to find a job so I was real lucky to find a job in a restaurant and that was that.
Overall I still feel real bad about that experience I got a second chance from that family and fucked it up - bitter memories - without them there would have been no end, I joined the army very shortly after that and I got straightened out.
All my life i always had people like that, people that went way way waaay beyound what they should do in order to help me and I always fucked it up somewhat
