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Chapter 20: NEW HORIZONS by Emma Knox

Well, I got a job yesterday. And I also got the final word from Kingsborough Community College. I’m in! I start classes in January. So, I’m up early, just being thankful and letting it all sort of settle in.

Me and Hannah sat up talking pretty late last night, and she’s in the full bathroom getting ready to go to the office. We got a half-bath, too, but when she’s done, I’m gonna shower and all that.

I told Hannah my job ain’t really much of a job as far as being a career like she’s got, but it has a nice meaning and purpose.

“Emma,” she replied, “don’t look at it like it’s a career. Going to college… that’s the first rung of your career. But working in the homeless ministry does have great meaning and purpose. And maybe it connects to a career in the future.”

“Did you always know you wanted to be an engineer?”

Hannah nodded. “Mostly. I had some questions now and then, but yeah… mostly.”

“I always knew college was a long-shot for me, even before Momma died. After that, I had to help with the bills, but I won’t go into all that.”

“Well, you have options now. The Pay It Forward Society is taking care of your health insurance, rent… plus we’ve been paid nicely. So, you can focus on school, use your new church job to give you a change of scenery and earn a little money. You’re twenty now… Sure… you’re starting a couple years later than you’d have liked to start. But… hey… when you’re fifty, will it matter?”

“Fifty!” I laughed. “Twenty-five seems forever away right now.”

Hannah nodded, then she said something that stuck with me. “You and I both are taking our first steps… You with college… Me with NYC SysCo… And with all our new friends… Every step takes us somewhere. We might not know where we’ll end up… But, for sure we’ve got great opportunities ahead.”

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Chapter 21: WHAT NOW? by Devon Collier

Being homeless… I want to say it’s inconvenient, but that’s just my perspective. I know for others, it’s tragic.

I wouldn’t classify myself as being homeless; I just don’t have a home, as of last week. I’ve got some problems to work out, but I know eventually, I’ll be okay. Probably.

I just got my two-year degree—an Associate of Applied Science in Applied Engineering Technology from Bronx Community College. Officially, it will be conferred on graduation day, but I’m done with everything.

Things were looking good. I left my campus job—since I won’t be a student any more—and started following up with applications I’d sent out. But on October 28, I went over to Queens to spend a couple days with an old high-school buddy.

While I was there, a fire at my mom and step-dad’s home broke out while Reggie (step-dad) was at Target where he’s the auto and hardware department manager. Mom was home and didn’t get out.

So… yeah. That happened.

And, for some reason Reggie blamed me for not checking the smoke-detector batteries, like that’s something guys are supposed to do before visiting friends.

So grief and frustration have fought it out as foremost in my feelings. At the funeral, Reggie handed me two Benjamins and said he was staying with his parents until he sorted out a new place to live. He wished me luck and said goodbye.

I stayed in Queens until my friend headed back to his home in Dallas. Now, I’m living in my car.

My job hunt? Big problem. My birth certificate, passport, and Social Security card were destroyed in the fire. I have a driver’s license, my debit card, a McDonald’s gift card and about $325 dollars. If I do get a call about a job, I won’t have the IDs needed to make it happen.

Next stop? I’m going to sneak into a hospital ER where the wait times are like 5 hours, use the bathroom to wash up and stay there—nap some—until the guards change shift—then leave.

It worked last night…

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Common Hamster

Chapter 20. Emma. Congratulations on Kingsborough, although I thought it was pretty understood you would be accepted. Helping someone just starting out is what they are famous for. Hannah is right. To steal a phrase, you've only just begun. All roads are open to you. This new job flows with your kindness as a person. Take care. Chapter 21. Devon. I'm sorry for your loss. There are no real words of comfort for that than to say I'm terribly sorry. It seems like the fire department would have recommended you to a local Red Cross for immediate shelter and aid. And help with replacing your documents. Anyway, hospital ER isn't a solution. I realize that's easy for me to say, but there are places that will help you. I wonder that your step dad was gone so fast, but giving you the money, it seems like he wasn't a bad person, just didn't know what to do next. For what it's worth, I'd look to a church with a homeless outreach. Usually they can help you start fresh. Maybe even counsel you. I think you're going to need to talk to someone about your loss. Frustration and grief bottled up have to vent somewhere. Seek out that help before it does. Saying good luck sounds lightweight, but well meant. Good luck.