Homelessness can happen to anyone, not just alkies & druggies, ANYONE. I know because it happened to me. I was 16, my mums latest boyfriend didn't like me, he basically said he wouldn't move in with her until I was gone, so two weeks before my GCSE's, out the front door I was sent with my clothes in two bin bags. Such a lovely mother I had! Anyway being 16, I didn't know what the hell I was going to do, didn't know what help was available. I was too young to claim benefits, I ended up sleeping on a building site for a few weeks, I say a few but it was the longest few weeks of my life. No food, cold & miserable. Friends used to bring me food, and there was also a local charity which gave me food but it all had to be tinned food cos of storage. Then I met up with a friend who had a room in a hostel, & she let me sleep on her bedroom floor, even though the hostel forbade it. I used to sneak in at night & then have to be gone by the crack of dawn. Then one evening in the hostel, the payphone outside the room starting ringing. I didn't answer it at first, didn't want to leave the room in case someone saw me. But it rang again, & for some reason I knew it was meant for me. Answered the phone, and it was my nan
) Someone had told her where I was & she called any number she could get for the hostel. She told me to pack up my stuff & she'd pick me up outside in ten minutes. And then I lived with her & my granddad, they sorted me out, calmed me down (I was like a wild thing), I went to college, got a job in an office, got my own flat & never looked back. I owe my grandparents everything. Not everyone is as lucky to have someone come & rescue them.