Introduction

This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Thursday, 29 December 2011

London City Mission

Before I was made homeless and while I was living in the island and working hard, we had some people from the London City Mission to visit us in the island and at house group, they told us of the poverty and desparation in areas of London, places where people were so poor that when they get money they binge it on lottery and other things in the vain hope of escaping their way of life. I fully understand this now since I have been homeless and in the book I am reading, the police officer says exactly the same thing as he journeys through hackney and sees the ques for scratchcards and sees all the betting shops.

It is hard for outsiders to understand this level of poverty and the scornful 'get a job!' isn't the answer at all, if only it was then so many people who have jobs and still live in poverty as I used to would be ok. My disability meant that only in my final job before the church destroyed me was I climbing above the minimum wage, but I wasn't working full time and I was still as poor as a church mouse and so much of my wages went on rent.

God bless the London City Mission, while I was homeless in London they were very good to me.

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