Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Many of you have heard this already, so you can skip it. ;) I spent the summer of 1970 as a vagrant in Anoka, Minnesota. When I thought "V"...well, I couldn't help but think"vagrant"--LOL!
After I got back from our little excursion to Canada (see H and I), I got a job at Target Headquarters (back when they only had 17 stores) in the filing department. Ended up living with four other girls in an apartment in Anoka...until we lost it. You can read a bit about that here (if you scroll down to the second "Strangers" story).
Living on the streets, I learned about priorities. You find out what the difference is between a true necessity and a luxury. You can survive eating every 3-4 days. A bed, a shower are a luxury. Sleeping inside...out of the weather...a toss up. Depending on the weather. In winter up here it would be a necessity for long term survival, but I was off the streets by the time the cold chill hit the air that fall.
Long time since I was nineteen. But you should never forget who you are and where you have been.
And joy is something you can carry with you that doesn't weigh anything at all. ;)
I moved up here to Fargo-Moorhead from Minneapolis, Minnesota to go to college in 1999. Wrote this for a class (English Writing major). It was the fall of 2000...starting my sophomore year...
"If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up some place else."
"That which does not kill you makes you stronger."