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.