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Walk a Mile in My Boots 2017 – Anthony’s Story

Walk a Mile in My Boots 2017 – Anthony’s Story


We used to joke I guess,
occasionally in an interesting way sitting in a pub and the Salvos
or someone would come around
collecting and we’d go – better put
some money in that boys! That’ll be us one day! It’s really not something
that ever ever crossed your mind that
I’d be in that sort of
situation. Probably had a fairly normal
world I suppose. Normal life. Had good jobs, ran businesses, worked for a university,
worked for a prospecting
company, I was in the military, I worked in agriculture for about ten years, management roles,
all kinds of different things. Nothing really bad ever
happened to me, but… over time, I had about –
I reckon – twenty years of dealing with
depression and anxiety. Swings and roundabouts. Treating it, not treating it. And eventually I guess,
it just got the better. I was having a holiday
in Adelaide, looking around,
looking for purpose I guess, some sort of meaning. I just had a real meltdown,
and ended up in the parklands of Adelaide sitting around for two
or three weeks trying to work out
what’s happening. How can this happen to me? This is not something
that happens to me, how can I be in this situation? You strip everything else bare, and what do you do? You go back to the base
functions of life: Shelter, warmth, food, ‘How am I going to get clean?
How am I going to survive?’ ‘What am I going to do
all day today?’ This is Victoria Park
Grandstand, this was home for me
for about four months,
about a year ago. It became a little safe world,
in a way. Nice little area. I was just sitting in the
transit centre, actually, and a couple of the guys
in there, who were doing it
a bit rough on the streets they were just talking,
and I just went and had a
chat to them and they said, ‘there’s that
place on Hutt St
down on the east side, come in there Monday
morning, you know there’s food there,
there’s services, there’s help.’ I didn’t even think of that. Pretty much within an hour of
walking in the door at Hutt St I was talking to a nurse,
and it sort of lead from there. Being in a centre like Hutt St, that’s your home,
that’s your rock. There is no look of
‘that person’. There’s just unconditional
acceptance,
of ‘OK’ there you are. And a lot of times when you
are homeless, you just want a connection,
you just want a chat, you just want to feel like
you’re part of the world. So that’s an important thing. Yeah, give someone your time
if you get a chance. And a bit of love.
Goes a long way.


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