He Lived Under a Bridge...

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He lived under a bridge...
where trains roared overhead

He lived under a bridge…
because he said his house was haunted and he was afraid

He lived under a bridge…
because the voices got too loud and the images he saw became too terrifying

He lived under a bridge…
because he smashed all the windows of his house out of fear

He lived under a bridge…
because when he got kicked out of his house he had nowhere else to go

He lived under a bridge…
and we found him and supplied him with food and necessities and an offer to find suitable housing

He lived under a bridge…
and we kept on visiting him and saw his smile grow.
Hope started visiting him too!

He lived under a bridge…
and we drove him to his potential new home, where he signed the paperwork.
Hope grasped him all the more!

He lived under a bridge…
and we drove him again to pick up household items and he successfully moved into his new home

Now! 
He no longer lives under a bridge!
Now! 
He has people who stand with him and lift him up!
Now! 
He has his own key and lives in his own place!

*This is a simplified story of a man I’ve had the absolute honour of journeying with: it’s a look into homelessness, mental health, outreach and the need for housing*

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