Fred H.
Yelp
Recent trials and tribulations in my life, specifically with Food On Foot, bring to mind a nursery rhyme:
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again."*
Something in my life is broken and I don't know how to fix it.
I've been homeless and living at a faith-based non-profit organization, Hope Again, a transitional shelter, for the past three years. I've benefited from the services, expertise and support of Hope Again through their staff of pastors, a chaplain, a counselor and a case manager. Those services include one-on-one counseling by a licensed psychologist who is one the most helpful and sweetest individuals I've met. I've attended each and every program obligation at Hope Again without fail (that includes multiple Bible studies, church worships, morning devotions as well as classes such as Anger Management; in addition, I've met with my counselor and case manager each and every week, as scheduled, without fail. I've never received even the slightest warning or "write-up" from anyone at Hope Again, including the men's house manager.
Over the last three years, I've applied for work at literally hundreds of potential employers (that's over five hundred applications online, by fax, and in person); I've netted, perhaps, only a dozen interviews. As a result, I've washed dishes for one company that landed me in physical therapy where I discovered I shouldn't be doing dishes, pots and pans (something I do very well); at the third of the three jobs that I've had while at Hope Again, the company, basically, went belly-up. Silly little things prevented my progress including an email address that gave the appearance that I lived on the "wrong side of the tracks."
Perhaps I do.
For sixteen weeks, I dutifully and respectfully participated in Food On Foot (FOF), a non-profit program in Hollywood, California, designed to give an individual an apartment and a full-time job. With the understanding that my attendance every Sunday, all day, should be treated like a job interview, I put my best foot forward (so-to-speak) and sincerely treated FOF as a potential employer. For most, if not every week, I shined (those are the words of their Program Director [PD] the day she changed the game plans), and out of the thirty or so people who attended each week, I almost always ended up in their Top Ten (or Twelve or Fifteen) attendees. Every weekly, half of FOF's participants win special prizes (gift cards), and I have those cards that represent my participation in their program; cards such as AMC Theatres (a $10.00 value); Burger King ($10.00); IHOP ($10.00); Wendy's ($10.00); AMC Theatres ($15.00); Jack In The Box (two cards, value $15.00 each); Taco Bell ($15.00); Domino's ($20.00). In addition, I won the top prize of the week three times: a Metro Pass, good for transportation on Metro's subway, bus and train system, almost anytime, anywhere and anyplace (valued at over $100 per card). In fact, FOF rewarded me with three such cards, consecutively and back-to-back: for three months, ninety days, I was not without more than ample transportation. In addition, FOF rewarded me with an American Express gift card (valued at $100) for participating in the program for ten consecutive weeks. And for every day I participated in FOF, I received a Food gift card; I still have twenty-nine such cards.
In a person's progress with FOF, a special bonus is given that allow's an attendee to contribute in a productive and meaningful way each and every day of the week for about two hours a day (that's in addition to the full day's schedule each Sunday). This bonus is a part-time job (assignment) helping FOF with contracts they have throughout the city of Hollywood; being given this work is, as FOF describes it, "a privilege," a sure sign of an attendee's progress through their program.
Red flags and warning signs sprang into view my twelve or thirteenth week with FOF when their PD let a dedicated, productive attendee go. During my fourteenth week (the same week that FOF-requested Background Checks arrived for a housemate and I), that housemate was let go from FOF's program. While I succeeded in not being let go from FOF, suddenly, their PD (also a licensed psychologist, I believe) had "concerns" which left me almost speechless. What their PD did, in fact, is turn my answer to a number of their well-documented "Question of the Week" into a wrong answer, and then use those "wrong" answers as "concerns," or tools with which to justify not allowing me to graduate from their program. (A psychologist associate views FOF's PD and her turning my answers into "wrong" answers as being unethical.)
Read my entire review of Food On Foot: https://plus.google.com/112438924762966468610/posts/AHZV6ju2Coc