A Small Sacrifice

My hardest sacrifice yet, aged 63 and homeless, but many other Children had it even worse; many even to death, one way or another

I've gone on the streets before, but never at 63-years-old with a two-month-young compression fracture of my back. I fell on my side with my arm extended, so I hit the floor on the side of my rib cage. It was so bad that I lost two inches of height from crumbling...bone, I guess. It was still hurting bad on October 1, 2025, when I again went on the street. I wrote a few times while homeless, and once again 15 days after being re-housed.

Now I'm reworking this preface to my tales of suffering while homeless, cold and Injured, through the first two weeks of October in Toronto, Canada; but I'm not going to change the presentation of who I was while homeless, so my blog entries remain as they were then except to correct typos, grammar and sense.