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Vendors Page 6 No Longer Hom eless by Maddy Brown-Clark early” and began cutting classes and lying to V E N D * his mom, who was working at a halfway house. By 2003, he was living on the streets. He got by, but struggled with depression, drinking and overeating. He never considered leaving Portland, though. “I love it here,” he said. “Portland s just BY HELEN HILL C O N T R IB U T IN G W R IT E R my kind of town.” There came a time when DeMario eMario was born in San Francisco, couldn’t live with himself anymore, he said. the oldest of four children and part Through strength of will and heart, he of a large extended family that began to get back in shape, losing the extra stretches across the country. His family weight he’d gained. He started by running owned a barbecue restaurant in San to build up his stamina. He stopped Francisco called Blackburn’s Barbecue Pit. drinking, holding himself to no more than Some of his earliest memories are of one beer. “More than one is trouble.” chopping wood for the barbecue, cooking He began doing push-ups and discovered with his family, and visiting the candy store working out restored his energy, faith and next door. He did well in school and was “a natural optimism. One Friday night, on a good kid,’’optimistic and a strong basketball Burnside sidewalk, he did 500 push player. Friends and family told him his ups, in sets of 20, with the warm, friendly smile would take him far. encouragement and cheers of In 1998, when he was 14, he moved to passersby. Working out brings him Portland with his mother. At first he was excited to be in a new city, home of the famous Nike company, but he wasn’t prepared for the rain and the intimidating challenge of a new school where he had no friends or allies. He remembers his early days in Portland as very dark, literally. He left for school before daylight at 6 a.m., in the rain, and by late afternoon, when it was time to go home, it was dark again. He felt unprepared and unsupported, and he couldn’t find the help he needed. The other parents “had money,” he said, and he “wasn’t getting enough one-on-one help in school. There was no one to turn to.” DeMario eventually ended up in an alternative school, where he began to make friends, but said he “gave up too s DeMario A time ago I had no home I slept in cardboard castles I roamed the street For something to eat And I was often hassled On lonely nights I slept alone with no way To keep warm And after dark in Lilac Park I slept on a bed of grass There were clouds in my head And voices too I didn’t know what to do But I finally got some help And I’m no longer homeless I didn’t lose hope And even though I’m low income It’s so much better Than the street In my shared housing safe, Clean kingdom. D Answers to Page 15 Puzzles Sheeptoast 8 8 1- t7 9 6 7 9 L 9 L 7 I p 9 6 c 8 8 3 p L 1- 5 9 6 8 9 8 9 p 7 3 6 Z 8 p 6 8 9 8 Z 9 8 9 9 6 p 3 Z 8 J. Z 9 8 1- 8 p 6 9 7 9 7 6 8 Z 9 I- 8 p p 8 I- 9 6 3 L 8 9 Street Roots • August 11-17, 2017 well as a daily challenge he thrives on. Street Roots provides a similar challenge, he said. DeMario heard about Street Roots from a friend. He attended an orientation, and it felt right. At the very least, he thought, he would be gaining knowledge. He said he likes that people can say yes or no and leave it at that. He feels good when people who have been searching for the new edition find him and are able to buy from him. DeMario is in a shelter now, and he enjoys working out in the basement - stair stepping, running in place, and doing pull- ups on a bar in the doorway. As well as being a Street Roots vendor, he works for a landscaping company from time to time. DeMario would like to thank Street Roots - for making a difference in his life, for giving him a place to be, and for helping to show him he is “not alone in the world.” “You can’t have everything you want, but you still try, and you know you better get it somehow, any way you can,” he said. by Elizabeth Considine