As merely one of approximately 3 1/2 million Americans who have at some point experienced an extended period of homelessness, I'm queried from time to time by family members confessing, "I don't understand why you can't just 'get a job'?" Human nature being what it is I suppose; although the history of our relationship certainly concedes the question's redundancy, it's nonetheless posed again, as an apparent means of testing reality.
Consequently, and recognizing that squabbling is rarely productive, I'm necessarily obliged to reiterate the mundane in facilitating their assessment of a mutually shared interpersonal landscape. However, due to their familiarity with many of the incidents with which I've dealt over just the last three years, my response usually helps direct the nature and extent of any assistance.
In contrast though, I'd assert others in my shoes rarely possess much incentive to even bother recounting or otherwise discussing such matters with others. Gauging from those with whom I chat regularly, I believe this reluctance is attributable to desires to contribute to the overall 'solution' rather than burdening others with the inequity of their own unique predicament. For me, this serves as one of the primary reasons for utilizing the internet to convey personal circumstances which are otherwise, practically incommunicable.
Stoning the Messenger
In the midst of a series of events surrounding the U.S. savings and loan collapse, George H. Bush's September 11th proposal of the Gulf War in advancing a 'New World Order', marital conflict preceding my mother-in-law's succumbing to cancer, and just prior to Ross Perot's 1992 campaign for President, I read Christian author, Larry Burkett's, "The Coming Economic Earthquake". -- excerpt from A Crisis in American Leadership
On reflection and in various ways, these afore mentioned events occurring more than 16 years ago, seem to have had a significant impact on my destiny. Having initiated personal sobriety within a few months of separating from my (now) ex-wife, over the following year I'd originate between 5 to 6 million dollars (USD) in 'government' loans refinancing southern California homes. Regretfully, while this culminated in more than $47k of personal income during 1993, in retrospect, the toll of wreckage exacted primarily against my children, and ultimately measured in terms of broken promises and vanquished dreams, remains virtually insurmountable.
"No servant can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." Luke 16:13
I guess, since I'm already baring my soul in this regard, examining the issue of 'salvation' would be an appropriate matter for consideration. What does this really mean though? Again, from my current perspective as a social outcast, religious leaders in my local community reiterate on at least a daily basis, the moral ineptitude to which my present conditions attest. Even more pointedly though, I believe their secernment is a scathing testament to perhaps a growing number like me, suffering unmerited, yet government imposed persecution inflicted by the hand of socioeconomic impropriety.
From my reading over the last year, no one has been anymore forthright in issuing admonishment concerning this 'impropriety' involving U.S. trade deficits, fatuous production, 'free trade', the loss of jobs, and banking bailouts than Patrick Buchanan (see "Day of Reckoning"). As for my own role in any of this, I've just read Judith Blau's, Bailing Out a Leaky Boat and am presently watching events surrounding the upcoming G20 Summit on November 15th with guarded anticipation.