on 09-12-2020 02:26 PM
A man loses his wife and the impact of that and the attempt to cope with the lost causes him to be evicted from his home.
Evicted After Wife Died, Now Homeless in Venice Beach
59,727 views•Dec 2, 2020834K subscribersSimba (street name) met his wife fishing. I love that. Sadly, Simba's wife was very sick from complications with diabetes. She needed a kidney transplant. Simba's wife was on the transplant list at USC Medical Center, but while she was waiting for a donor, her health got worse. The emotional stress of being her caregiver was hard enough; when his wife died, Simba became severely depressed. He started to self medicate with marijuana to help him sleep. This was four years ago, and people's views of marijuana were much different then. Today, it probably would not even be an issue, but Simba's landlord used his cannabis use to evict him
on 14-12-2020 12:16 PM
@rogespeed wrote:Australia can afford to enable everyone that finds themselves cast adrift to live with dignity - with a clear process of steps to return functional living, however that would require default value of worthiness and respect
on 15-12-2020 12:45 AM
@not_for_sale2024 wrote:
@rogespeed wrote:Australia can afford to enable everyone that finds themselves cast adrift to live with dignity - with a clear process of steps to return functional living, however that would require default value of worthiness and respect
Being in State care is not poverty !
on 15-12-2020 10:41 AM
(OT) That guy has great hair!
on 15-12-2020 10:56 AM
He had a great head of hair till the day he died in May 2019.
The eyebrows were impressive too.
Another Aussie politician with very expressive eyebrows was Robert Menzies.
on 15-12-2020 10:58 AM
And he was pretty impressive downing a ' yard glass ' .
on 15-12-2020 03:13 PM
@domino-710 wrote:And he was pretty impressive downing a ' yard glass ' .
And a festive mood ie upon our America's cup victory
16-12-2020 04:24 AM - edited 16-12-2020 04:25 AM
New York City, where poverty meets greed
By Alice Marshall
It was around seven in the morning. The smell of stale urine that had embedded in the tiles across the subways of New York had become more tolerable now and it was all starting to feel less foreign. As I struggled to drag my heavy suitcase up the stairs to another platform, I distinctly remember thinking to myself that I, a well-travelled woman, wouldn’t see much more American culture that could take me by surprise.
Read more here
https://www.artefactmagazine.com/2019/06/30/new-york-city-where-poverty-meets-greed/