I was homeless for about 8 years - from 1986 to 1994. There were periods during those years when I lived inside a building, but I did not have a home. Home is not just a room or a bed or a structure. Home is a place where you belong, where no one will tell you to get out, where it's ok to just be.
Home is where they will tell you that you are not doing the right thing without condeming you for being wrong.
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Hey, Barbara. Your stories are great and I really enjoy them even though I have heard some of them before verbally from you.
When I read these, I know how very far you have come in your life to make it good. I am proud of you and value you friendship very much.
Much love,
Jackson
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