Carrying On From Found It Fable With A Tall Tale

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I found myself in another temporary homeless living setting in 1991, when I moved from Warren, OH to St. Petersburg, FL during that time period. I was admitted into the projects and was fortunate, enough, to have my mother's run down old automobile while I was living in Florida again from 1991-1992. So, I got back into Boley Manor, which was benevolent with everyone it could be including me. They fed us and we were being as rapidly placed into better housing if and when a dwelling would become available. At that time, there were so many people whom were in the same unfortunate position and Boley Manor saved my life by placing me within around three weeks or so into an longer-term apartment so they could open up more dwellings for the so many unlucky people whom were in the same boat as me, the same place I lived in 1986 with the same my housing manager that I was my supervisor when I was working for Boley in the later eighties, so I that time I went to work in its vocational program and was able to do piece-meal work in sheltered workshops that were another step up for those of us desperately trying to improve our lives the old fashioned way, by earning we got and giving back to the community that we cared about and had provided another chance at our efforts to make our community a better place for everyone. So, I caught up with some of my old friends that I hadn't seen while I was living in Ohio. It was so good to resume our friendships, again. I always loved Florida, it was a place that was as good to me and did my part to give what I took and took what I earned. That wasn't easy for me to do and what gave me the stamina and momentum was that I was reprogrammed into acting upon what I reaped and sharing more with others, even people wasn't involved with directly/indirectly and under the crumbling pressurized circumstances that weren't under my and/or their control. I started going out with someone whom I had known for about five years and he had his own apartment at Lake Starcrest Village. He said, his roommate had just moved out, just the other day, and he would like to me become his new roommate. I said, okay. I shared an apartment with him for the next seven months and did some odd jobs with my other longtime friend where we rekindled our friendship and work together briefly and not nearly as closely as the last time and the time before then (that I mentioned already.) So, I made new friends with many neighbors and I really liked living there, it was a really cool place to live. So, Florida came through for all of the people I knew and was the melting pot that the US was providing the opportunities which are carved on the Statue of Liberty, for example, which I'm still so lucky and grateful for to this day. That's why I've lived in Florida for about fifteen years so far. I don't ever want to leave Florida for as long as I'm able to. Florida has been good to me and I've thought so highly of the majority of people I had been involved with until that point in time. My roommate and I brought over so many close friends to our apartment and you know we partied our heads off. It seemed to resemble the sixties and seventies movement all over again and here we were living in the nineties. Our friends would start entertaining us and/or me at their apartments, too. I was fixed up with some ladies they would know, the problem and critical difference was that STD's were becoming a enormously growing epidemic. So, that changed the way we interacted with each other and got between us (in a big way) growing and evolving into much closer friendships, blah, blah, blah making it more like our own generations good ole days. I had to lose some ladies I really cared for because of the caution and difficulty with intimacy, in general (although -- I don't like to generalize.) So, some of us were lucky to not go down with the epidemic and way too many weren't. I got a phone call from my mother around the end of 1992 whom said to me she was going to visit me because she had something very important to tell me. I was happy she was going to visit me from NY, where she had been living the whole time I was in FL during the early nineties. However, it broke my heart to hear her the same way, in sadness and worrisome, to when we lived together before she moved to NY and I moved to FL after living in OH, once again. Just liked I had read in so many collegiate textbooks, history was indeed repeating itself right before my eyes and that time with me, personally and what ended up as confidentially, which was a new twist to an already surprising goal reached by me making my mark/difference. Little did I know or was prepared for what destiny had in store for my family, friends and me creating to next fateful roller coaster-like ride up and down at light-speed .