By Thursday of race week, he knew no one stepped up so he wouldn’t be able to run. After my update to him on Thursday my heart found its new location in my body, smack dab middle of my stomach.

My life of service has led me to understand the struggles of the less fortunate but my time at the homeless shelter has created a window into the real cost of struggle.

Yes, there has been a rough patch of violence, racism, and hate being thrown around, but there has to be more to the human race than this.

I’m rehashing the night my Cavs won the first Cleveland title in decades. It may seem like old news to you but after this horrible week of violence I wanted to remind myself there are still moments of pure joy to be found.

The Block: Now forever etched in Cleveland Sports lore.

I had all the stupid held beliefs about how easy it must be to locate a job, and I have even worked in the field for years. In my first two weeks, I learned I knew exactly nothing about being homeless and what it takes to secure employment.

I had requested be turned to game five of the 2015 NBA Finals between my hometown team, the Cleveland Cavs vs. the Golden State Warriors. We were watching game 5 but this team stole my heart with their game 3 win.

“Joe Dirte.”  “Don't try and french-it-up son. Don't you mean Joe Dirt”

The line from the movie Joe Dirt has  cracked me up since I first heard it years ago. Even though I remembered the line incorrectly. It’s actually “Don’t church it up son” but I like “Don’t French it up," better so I stuck with it.