Gone on a Mexican cruise. C.” I chuckled, pretty sure the…

“I was no different from millions of others—from the millions of teenagers on the street to the millions of aging heroes stored away like…

— Richard LeMieux

“You know, the big thing that sets the homeless apart is that they usually only commit crimes out of desperation,” C continued. “Those with…

— Richard LeMieux

“I had a reason and a passion to live. I had learned grace, found a new dignity—a real one, not based on what I…

— Richard LeMieux

“Let us be dissatisfied as long as we have a wealth of creeds and poverty of deeds.”

— Richard LeMieux

“There were no parades or parties or dancing in the streets like after World War II. No breast-beating pride or songs of victory. It…

— Richard LeMieux

“The National Coalition for Homeless Veterans conservatively estimates that one out of every three homeless men is a veteran.”

— Richard LeMieux

“C had spread a roadmap before me with many paths to choose from. I could go on a bitter journey to a place of…

— Richard LeMieux

“The poor died first and last in World War I, World War II, and Korea, and fifty-eight thousand Americans died in Vietnam, many of…

— Richard LeMieux

“As we left the death watch, it occurred to me that we were all homeless in some way. It seemed that we were all…

— Richard LeMieux

“All of our wars were carried on the backs of the poor and the sons of the poor. The poor were the first to…

— Richard LeMieux

“Many Wednesdays had come and gone in my sixty years. I don’t believe I particularly remembered any of them.”

— Richard LeMieux

“And you know, unless people have been there—lost, alone, rejected, feeling worthless and unwanted—they just can’t know that numb feeling that drags you down.…

— Richard LeMieux

“In my seemingly endless months of sleeping on the streets, I knew of only one other person who had slept in a church by…

— Richard LeMieux

“The homeless were my new family. They embraced me. They waved and smiled and treated me with dignity and respect. We may be the…

— Richard LeMieux

“I couldn’t explain to my son what was happening to me—he had no frame of reference for my depression. I hardly understood it myself.”

— Richard LeMieux