After my discharge from the Navy, I was walking around mentally ill. I lived in the streets and later at the VA Hospital for almost a year where I slept on a heating grate. When it rained I went inside the hospital and hung out incognito. I guess after a while they thought I was a patient. With the help of section 8, I am now able to rent a room in San Francisco’s Tenderloin. I treasure this security. I have benefitted from being homeless. I do not take anything for granted anymore.