I may have just passed death by this time, and left to the cold unknown world, but I still lived my life so no one knew what had happed to me, I hide it will. I hide what had happen; I hide everything about that day for a lone time. I went right to work the next day for the Alpine school Dict.  as a bus aid for the special needs. Then I went to my college classes at U.V.S.C  right after work then went back on the bus for the after school rout. When I was done I walked for about two hours to get back to where I had put my stuff, as well as walk to fine some place to stay or sleep. Depending on the day it was close to the bus place or near the school. I lived my life as I did before I just slept where I could, behind signs, building or even found a way to stay with one my friends that he didn’t knew. I never showed my true feeling about that day to anyone, I didn’t what their pity, or them feeling sorry for me.( and I don’t want it know!) I never held a sign said “Homeless” or asking for money or help from others, I was not helpless. I was hopeless and homeless, but if you were not the 6 closest people to me you didn’t ever know and 92% of the time those 6 people never did either. To me, my being homeless was as if I had a black eye I did everything in my power to hide it from the world. I slept behind sighs in areas that I knew, no one I knew would be around, and hens all the walking I did. Over time I got a jacket and blankets and even stayed at a friend’s house more often but to this day that friend still doesn’t know everything. After a while I got a car  and then slept in my car. I was homeless from Fed. 2004 to May 2005.