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For those who think that living on the streets is easy, they are wrong.
For those who think that they only live on the streets, crazy people, drug addicts, prostitutes, marginals and orphans, and people with depression, without religion, are wrong again.
Living on the street is not always a lack of faith, or a lack of God, as many preach.
People were not always taken to the streets for their faults and crimes, sometimes the only way to escape from criminals is to go to them.
Amazingly, being homeless is no guarantee of being a bad person.
In Brazil, for a person to end up on the street, he just needs to be poor.
But no, poor in spirit, full of meanness and pettiness, but poor of money.
The lack of money for rent and the inability to live with aggressive people, takes thousands of Brazilians to the streets every day.
Some would say that the lack of financial conditions led to lack of paths for this individual to tread.
With my eleven years of street life experience I would say to these that;
When the path leads nowhere, don't go where the path leads.
Go to the path opened by God for you.
And when he approaches and calls you, give him your hand and follow the path with him, which he made just for you.
Because when man puts barriers in all your ways,
God comes to his aid and opens the paths, so that you can get where He planned for you.
If you feel that the world has closed all paths for you, smile, because the closer we are to God, the more paths are ended, and God, only God is able to open paths for you to move forward.
, “Don't go where the path leads, go where there is no path and leave your TRAIL” Vilson Vieira
The streets are paths opened by God in the path of many people.
It is enough that these people are able to understand the divine call and go in the direction of the path provided by it, that they will come out stronger, happier and much better spiritually than they entered.
The street is the way of the strong, the weak in it succumb, and end up either dead in it or by it.
A strength given by God, only to a few chosen by Him, to face the world, a task that is arduous and only a few God enables to do so.
From my experience of eleven years on the streets, I believe that God opens paths like the ones he opened for me.
In the paths opened by Him, I only walked along them. I intimately accepted when his invitation reached my heart.
And he said: Come this way, you will know my ways now.
Whoever falls on the street becomes marginalized, ends up dead, whoever bears all the pain and remains faithful to what he believes in, survives it.
Some believe in God like me.
Others in physical strength.
Others in love (which is believing in God, too).
Others in society, (these die in it, unfortunately).
Others in the churches (they leave the streets through one of them, and usually return to the street a while later, just as they left, unfortunately put out by those who had welcomed them).
Others believe in the creator of the universe, earthly and heavenly as God, and not in religions as gods capable of getting him out of there, like me.
Some unfortunately believe in mafias, prostitution, influence peddling, drug trafficking, organ trafficking and think that it is, through intermediation, the money and power that will leave and will not return there.
And unfortunately they end up dead because of their greed and that of their supporters, who lead them to prisons and death.
They leave the streets, but the price paid for them is too high, they pay with their lives.
And that won't be worth it.
Or they do as I do, they wait for the right person, in the right place, in the right way and at the right time, brought by God, on their way, to give them a hand so that they can get up and not fall anymore.
And that only comes at the right time, when we are ready to receive the blessing.
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