It's true, 18 months ago I was stairing at the abyss, I was working for a well known electronics chain in their warranty help dept - manning the phones listening to incident after incident of how the company had stuffed up yet again.
And I was getting serious issues getting paid, as a result the landlord was booting me out, it was a downward spiral that was leaving me distinctly depressed.
So the day came, my stats had fallen through the floor and was asked to leave, so, no job, and at the end of the month, no house.
Found out my then girlfriend was getting around (3 other guys, ya, that one stung a bit..)
Oh and did I mention no house...
So, I ended up on the streets, for four months I couch surfed where I could, and didn't when it wasn't available. Where I'd stored my gear got broken into and a good portion of my stuff walked.
Then, back in January of this year, just when I'd all but given up hope and litterally was on the ragged edge (I'd been homeless from Sept) a friend of mine's father came to the rescue, the man let me stop at his place, no questions asked and through him I managed to find a place to live. Seems that he was a very well respected man within the local Muslim community.
The man almost certainly saved my life.
I've been unemployed since, a fact that I'm not proud of, but I'm working on it. Even the UN won't take me on for going to Darfur heh...
But today, I'm 28. And I'd like to say thankyou to Noah (the friends dad, now also a close friend in of himself), because truthfully without his intervention, I wouldn't be here today to celibrate it.
Thankyou all for your time.
Blessed Be.