As you know by now if you have read any of my stories, I question what my life has turned into. I am accustomed to having everything I need and more, because I worked for it. I paid my own bills and had nice things with plenty of money left over, so this is why I feel so shitty about how my life has turned into a living nightmare at times.
I was out on the street after the big ordeal with my mom’s office lady and I had been hanging with a man named Kyle, he was the first person I met when I was able to finally able to get up and around. It had taken some time before I was able to unwrap my hands and leg and have the strength to ride a bicycle again but I got there pretty quick. I met Kyle at the Circle K down the street , I sat and spoke with him for a while and noticed almost immediately how smart he was. I got no bad feeling from him, nothing saying he was up to no good, no red flags, this was a rare thing for me. I trusted he was genuine and had no ill intent toward me or anyone for that matter so when I went to the street I looked to see where he was.
It didn’t take long for me to find him, his mom works close by and I know he watches out for her around here because there are shady people who take advantage of others everywhere you go. I found out after hanging out with him for a day or two he takes pretty good care of his mom, that’s a quality I don’t see often and this guy has many qualities I haven’t seen in men at 50. I kind of already had met his mom on a few occasions so I started hanging out with her at night which helped out everyone.
Any place you go there is a homeless community with resources for food, shelters, among other resources usually so when I first left mom’s I checked into all of the community resources they had but found out Apache Junction has no shelters. I ended up sleeping and spending most of my time inside a glow sign for Hardee’s and Circle K off the highway. One night I pulled some pallets out of the middle of the field and surrounded it with cardboard boxes and put down some blankets, that’s where I slept. It made due for the night but I woke up sore from sleeping on the hard pallets. I put cardboard on them but it made no difference as far as softness went, my main concern was keeping the big black bugs off me while I was asleep.
After being out on the street I noticed what a difference it is being here on the street compared to Colorado. I had a conversation with Kyle’s mom about going in on some kind of property or house together so it would get all of us off the street. Not long after having that conversation with her Kyle came and told me he had a place for us to stay, a real place. I was sceptical as usual and since I question everything I had to see if this was legit.
It’s been a couple of weeks now and it is legit, he is helping the people who own it fix it up and it was certainly a mess! Kyle has done an amazing job at cleaning out the filthy clutter outside. It has a huge yard but you couldn’t tell with all the shit that was in it. I have never seen anyone work so hard to make sure his mom and friend were taken care of. What a selfless act of kindness!
Population used to be more good , I mean they were generally good rather than bad but I see that it has switched throughout the years. More people could learn how to be kind by following the example of this 30 year old man named Kyle and if your older than that and don’t have these simple qualities….shame on you.