My name is Medusa Jones. I am 55 years old.
I am also homeless. Been this way since I was in my thirties, when I made some bad decisions (using drugs, other things); now I am paying for my sins, as they say.
I don't like it, but I am trusting in the Lord God to get me through whatever life throws my way. At least I can have a warm place to sleep on these cold nights, and with Christmas coming up, most people are kind enough to get me something to eat or give me a little money.
I really appreciate their kindness. It is good to know that some people still pratice "goodwill towards men", as it says in the Good Book (or, as I sometimes call it, "The God Book")!
I used to be married, but because of my former life with drugs, I lost my husband, and our daughter, Turquoise LaDeena, when she ws small. I haven't seen hide nor hair of her; guess she is disappointed in me, so hubby broke all ties from me with her.
It still makes me cry every time I think of it. Yet I still have a good circle of friends whom I met at the shelter, and their love (plus my ratty winter coat and boots) keep this ol' woman relatively warm, plus I can get some fresh hot food to eat. I am very grateful that God is taking care of me and watching over me.
Every Sunday, we homeless gather at the Missions Church down a fur piece from us, where we worship God and praise Him for letting us live another day. I am grateful that I have such a strong relationship with Jesus; I don't know what I'd do without Him because if it were not for him, I'd probably still would be strung out on drugs!
I guess people call me Medusa because of my wild, grey hair, which resembles a bird's nest. Never could do a durn thing with it. My real name's Mildred, but most people know me as Medusa or by Millie. They've called me Medusa for years; I've since gotten used to it.
Well, I am sorry this is short, but I'm not really that big on writing about myself. I hope you understand. Until later, may God bless you real good, and say some prayers that I can get into a halfway house; i'd really like to get my own place and start living again! Being homeless is no box of chocolates! Thanks!
~Love, your new friend, Medusa Jones.