Hey my name Malik Sawyer McCarthy
I’m from Houston Texas I’m 55 years old married with kid’s and been homeless for 3 months without shelter
I’m trying to shield myself from the heat from places to place to stay cool. My breath still shallow I’m tired.
I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and neither had my family.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I once had a home walls painted in warm colors, laughter bouncing between them. A job, stability, security. Then came the layoffs, the debts, the desperate pleading with the bank. The bills piled up like waves in a storm, crashing over me faster than I could escape. The day they took my house, my youngest son me asked, “Where will we go now, Daddy ?
I had no answer
The shelters were full. The food banks, exhausted. I walked miles each day looking for work, for anything. But the world is cruel when it believes you have nothing left to offer. Doors closed before I even knocked. My wife tried to stay strong, but I saw the weight in her eyes. She cried at night when she thought I were sleeping.
Tonight, I huddled against the brick walls of an alley. My oldest child pressed close to my wife, silent, withdrawn. The city lights flickered in the distance, mocking me with their warmth, their brightness. You imagined a life where things had been different. Where I still had my home, my dignity. A life where my children had beds instead of the concrete beneath them.
A siren wailed somewhere far off. The world moved on, indifferent. As morning crept in, I saw hope like a fog under the rising sun.
Yet somewhere, deep inside, the ember of defiance still flickered.
And that’s the end of my story I cry every hoping for better to change my life around I can only put my faith in God to pray about until I a blessing from the man up above please can someone help me and my family I’m so tired of this mess sometimes I just wanna give up on everything I’m not because I’m still hoping with faith in God, me and my family.
I go by Malik Sawyer McCarthy
