RCS – Business Default

I was a happy young boy and I loved to sing beautiful songs…,

 but in life it is not always as one wishes.

 My story of how I ended up on the street,

 will seem to most people quite similar to the others

 stories of people who ended up on the margins of society,

 so read it and judge whether this is the case.

 I’m not looking for sympathy or fake pity, I can

 but many people learn a lot from my story.

 Even my childhood was not strewn with flowers,

 as was the case with most of my peers who are

 carelessly ran after the ball and enjoyed all the joys

 childhood and returned in the evening to the shelter of the family,

 where a warm bed awaited them.

 Until the age of six, when my old woman died

 mother, I lived with her and enjoyed at least some joy

 childhood, which I was later deprived of.

 Even though my mother loved me very much, she couldn’t have me

 afford and she gave me after the death of my grandmother in

 foster care. Although, apart from parental love, I don’t have it

 nothing was missing and I got along well with the foster parents, yes

 that also ended when I finished elementary school.

At the age of 17, when most boys are already running for

 girls and enjoys all the joys of youth

 exuberance, my life’s journey began,

 which I still walk on today. Instead of walking

 to school, I had to worry about my own survival.

 I got a job on a farm where I was exploited

 day and night. They put the most difficult work on me, on

 but in the end it was still not well done. For

 everything‚ that was wrong was always my fault.

 The salary I got at the end of the month was not

 not even enough to afford as a young lad

 some treat at least once a month. After half

 years of service on the farm, where I am day and night

 smelled like cattle, I looked for another job, and

 this in the factory. I felt a great relief. The difference

 it was like night and day. I worked in shifts,

 but only eight hours each compared to the farm,

 where there was no schedule and I had to be

 always available. After I finished my job, I

 had time for himself and his needs. I lived

 in a single home, where I didn’t lack anything either.

 I was employed here for about three years because

 but I was more ambitious, I was looking for an even better one

 opportunity for work. Because I have completed only

 primary school, I realized that I was better

 the job is not waiting anywhere. However, in life

 sometimes it also turns for the better, and this at the moment when

 one does not expect this. That’s how lucky I am

 visited once. A friend found me a job that

 was better than the previous one. It’s the first time in my life

 was the master of his life. I had

 a salary I was happy with and I could

 treat yourself to a little more than just one pizza a month,

 I still have something left. I stayed there for six years and

 I’d probably still be there if she wasn’t human

 the evil that is so characteristic of Slovenia and

 most of its inhabitants, stronger than goodness,

 of solidarity and help to a fellow human being, which he chronically

 lacking, especially since our adultery

 Slovenia is independent. One day when I was on

 lunch with colleagues and we indulged in plenty

 one beer per meal, our colleague saw us and

 accused the bosses. So we are because of 1 bottle

 hop juice everyone else out of a job. Because she was

 the job is also linked to the apartment (I lived in

 singles’ home), I was also left without that.

So, for the first time in my life, I found myself on the street without everything

 — no money, no housing and no job. Because you are

 I didn’t know how to help, I started living

 the way other homeless people live —

 I started begging and begging for money so I did

 you could buy a sandwich, cigarettes, as well

 a drink. After two years of living like this, he is my friend

 took to his apartment. I was there approx

 three years, where in return I performed various

 housework. I spent the next six years working on one

 various occasional jobs for the farm FREE of charge or

 for goulash, tripe, etc… Everything they did for me

 on this farm, it was that they made me healthy

 insured and provided me with official residence.

 Since then, I’ve been on the street and I’m ruling the roost

 whole days hoping to find a job again,

 started a family and got a roof over his head, since

 where no one will be able to throw me on the road.

 I have been looking for a job for quite some time, including at

 I report to the employment office every three months

 and I hope that some ray of happiness will shine again someday,

 which will completely change the course of my life.

Now I spend my nights in the Homeless Shelter

 , where care is taken

 for a warm bed, clothes, shoes and food, and where

 The staff of the shelter offer us everything that

 we absolutely need to survive, if of course

 we follow the rules that are prescribed for normality

 operation of any such institution.

 I hope you didn’t have a life path like that

 I and that you will never go or se

 found on a path such as mine.

 I wish you wouldn’t look at

 us homeless people like excrement

 on the brink of society’s precipice,

 but on people who can

 they haven’t found the best in life

 or fate brought them to

 the situation as it is. In short,

 we are people who are needed

 help to dig ourselves out of

 misery, but not mercy or even

 contempt and scorn. That’s why

 — help us!