Thank you for the money,
I remembered one day in my homeless life, I needed somewhere to sleep for the night. My boyfriend and I had got in a fight after the shelters were done accepting people. I was walking around with my laptop (my escape from life) in my rolling backpack with added blankets stuffed in tight. On the handle was a thrift store sleeping bag the was small enough to wrap on it. In my other backpack, I had the mummy bag of ten degrees so that I could double up for this cold winter night.
I had previously found this porch in front of a business that was made of tile, It sat across from a pizza place that have pool tables and a bar. There were plenty of people walking up and down the street, but this was the outskirts of the downtown area. Most of the people were either going somewhere or on their way home. It was safe from the normal ruckus in the main downtown a few streets over.
I was lucky that night, I was just settled down with my two picnic blankets doubled up and my mummy bag inside the other sleeping bag. I had everything else including my shoes stuffed in my rolling backpack and it served as my pillow to keep it safe from thieves. Nothing was stolen from me with that setup.
As I started to fall asleep, a group of people came up on their way home for the night and started talking. I was scared at first, but then they all decided to drop money in the corner by my backpack. I started to get up to thank them, but they had already started staggering home. The money was used to get a room for the next night with food.