Dear Anonymous,
I do not know his whole story, nor is that mine to share but he shares this. He is making his way. Couldn't get a bed in a shelter last night. Slept on the street. Got a job last week and he tells me he's being considered for managerial level work already. Insecure housing doesn't quite say it all.
'I'm trying.' he says.
Holy good god, I'd say.
He is appreciative of the blankets you have sent, and a coffee card and those endearing socks and thermal layers.
Talk about overcoming obstacles. He seems to be gaining some traction in a land of of traction less-ness. Awe inspiring.