A Cold Christmas: Remembering My Time on the Streets

Cold bench in a park during winter, symbolizing homelessness at Christmas

The cold cut through my coat like a knife. I sat on a bench in a city park, watching the twinkling Christmas lights in shop windows and listening to carols echoing in the distance. To everyone around me, it was a magical season, but for me, it was just another freezing night, trying to figure out where I’d sleep. I didn’t have the luxury of celebrating – I was homeless.

A Christmas Unlike Any Other

Six years ago, I spent my Christmas on the streets of London. While families gathered around warm fires, exchanged gifts, and shared laughter, I was alone, battling addiction and searching for a safe place to rest. Christmas didn’t feel like a celebration; it felt like a reminder of everything I had lost.

I remember walking through a bustling holiday market, not to shop but to find shelter from the cold. The smell of roasted chestnuts mingled with the crisp winter air. I stood silently, pretending to browse, just to feel like I belonged somewhere – even if it was for only a moment.

That night, I fell asleep in a temporary shelter, grateful for a roof over my head but haunted by the thought: Will I survive another night like this?


The Journey to Hope

Thankfully, that Christmas was not the end of my story. With the help of a friend who offered me a lifeline, I found my way back. I entered rehab, fought my way through addiction, and slowly began to rebuild my life. Today, I’m six years sober and committed to giving back to those who are still where I once was.

This year, I launched Horizons of Hope, a project dedicated to traveling across Europe to meet homeless individuals, listen to their stories, and provide tangible support. I want to show them that, even in the darkest moments, hope is within reach.


Why This Project Matters

No one deserves to spend Christmas – or any day – feeling invisible, cold, and alone. Through Horizons of Hope, I hope to offer a small light in someone’s darkness, just as someone once did for me. This project is more than a journey; it’s a mission to spread compassion and give a voice to those who are often forgotten.


How You Can Help

This holiday season, I invite you to join me in making a difference. Whether it’s through a donation, sharing the project with others, or simply saying a prayer for those spending their Christmas on the streets, every gesture counts.

Learn more about the project and how you can help here: www.hopeacross.fi

Together, we can make sure no one feels forgotten this Christmas.

Because every story deserves to be heard.

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Cold bench in a park during winter, symbolizing homelessness at Christmas

The cold cut through my coat like a knife. I sat on a bench in a city park, watching the twinkling Christmas lights in shop windows and listening to carols echoing in the distance. To everyone around me, it was a magical season, but for me, it was just another freezing night, trying to figure out where I’d sleep. I didn’t have the luxury of celebrating – I was homeless.

A Christmas Unlike Any Other

Six years ago, I spent my Christmas on the streets of London. While families gathered around warm fires, exchanged gifts, and shared laughter, I was alone, battling addiction and searching for a safe place to rest. Christmas didn’t feel like a celebration; it felt like a reminder of everything I had lost.

I remember walking through a bustling holiday market, not to shop but to find shelter from the cold. The smell of roasted chestnuts mingled with the crisp winter air. I stood silently, pretending to browse, just to feel like I belonged somewhere – even if it was for only a moment.

That night, I fell asleep in a temporary shelter, grateful for a roof over my head but haunted by the thought: Will I survive another night like this?


The Journey to Hope

Thankfully, that Christmas was not the end of my story. With the help of a friend who offered me a lifeline, I found my way back. I entered rehab, fought my way through addiction, and slowly began to rebuild my life. Today, I’m six years sober and committed to giving back to those who are still where I once was.

This year, I launched Horizons of Hope, a project dedicated to traveling across Europe to meet homeless individuals, listen to their stories, and provide tangible support. I want to show them that, even in the darkest moments, hope is within reach.


Why This Project Matters

No one deserves to spend Christmas – or any day – feeling invisible, cold, and alone. Through Horizons of Hope, I hope to offer a small light in someone’s darkness, just as someone once did for me. This project is more than a journey; it’s a mission to spread compassion and give a voice to those who are often forgotten.


How You Can Help

This holiday season, I invite you to join me in making a difference. Whether it’s through a donation, sharing the project with others, or simply saying a prayer for those spending their Christmas on the streets, every gesture counts.

Learn more about the project and how you can help here: www.hopeacross.fi

Together, we can make sure no one feels forgotten this Christmas.

Because every story deserves to be heard.

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