I was lying on an army cot I’d found in my uncle’s scrap pile in his backyard. A light from the church across the dirt road shined through the abandoned trailer’s window. I stared at my breath and asked, “Why, God? Why are you doing this to me?”
The abandoned trailer belonged to my grandpa before he went to the old folks’ home. Now, it had no electricity, heat, or running water, and I was living in it. I was a homeless 14-year-old and I had no hope.