My name is Robert Wessely, and this is a true story about a relentless journey of one manas will to survive on the streets as a homeless man. That man was me. My childhood was the typical American story. I was raised by loving parents and my father was a respected police officer. I wasnat raised to be homeless, nor was I ever taught about the struggles that would come along with living on the streets. How did I get here? When was my next meal or warm shower going to come? Where will I sleep? Everything I had was gone, and the fears associated with my new way of life made it appear like there was no way out. Then it happened, and a way out did come along, but it didnat take long to end up right back where I left off. Unfortunately, I found myself homeless with the love of my life and our children this time. The addictions we had were too controlling to recognize the grasp it had on our lives. Every day that we were on the streets couldave been the last day we were spending with our children. It wasnat until a man named Chuck, stepped into our lives on Christmas Eve, to show our family the true glory behind the grace of God. Hold on tight for this journey, and see how we went, aFrom the Curb to a Castle.aThat was when I stopped her inher tracksand said, aYou are crazy if you think Ia#39; mgoing to let you stickme again!a Icalled outfor ... There was nothing I could do at that time. I just had to ... The money I received from donating plasma also gave me an opportunity to purchasea used bicyclefrom therecycling center. They hada anbsp;...
|Title||:||From the Curb to a Castle|
|Publisher||:||WestBow Press - 2015-01-05|