I did it, woo hoo!! For the second year in a row, I spent a night camped out on the streets, trying to experience what life must be like for the homeless. Those who have no choice but to do it every night. It was one of those experiences that really make you re-evaluate life. All the things you take for granted, and don’t even realise how lucky you are to have. It was all in aid of Glass Door; a charity who raise money to open up churches in order to provide a warm and safe place to sleep, and to provide a warm, filling meal for the night for those that sleep on the street every night.
I’ll admit, I was once one of them people who didn’t really appreciate the struggle that the homeless go through. It was just too easy to walk pass them on the street, and ignore them. I’d never dream of giving them my spare change, or even giving them a second look. It’s only since I started doing the Sleep Out that I’ve really begun to notice them. Now I’ve started to really see just how many people are on the streets; young, old, male, female, and even all the dogs. Maybe it was since I’ve read ‘A Street Cat Named Bob’, or since I was at the event last year, but I’ve started to get a real curiosity about their backgrounds. What happened to them? How did they land on the streets? What’s their story?
