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Since Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading was founded we have helping 100s of people who are homeless and vulnerable.

I never knew we would grow into this huge operation. We have expanded into helping people with furniture and anything they need when they move into accommodation, daily phone or text support, sign posting, one to ones and basically anything we can.

However for me it is still not enough. I feel deep within me that we can go bigger and better. There is so much I want to do to help the guys even more from creative writing to learning to read.

We do our very best and because we are a non faith constituted  community group we have so many people with so many talents and skills and experience to help even more people. However there is a cycle on the streets and its nasty, black, devilish and soul-destroying.

Life on the streets is tough, grimy, twisted and family, friendship. I have learnt that within weeks a person who has lost his home, job and family will start to drink 2 litres of cider a day. Within a few months they will be on crack or heroin or alcohol.

Most on the streets will have had a very hard life dealing with life long family traumas, mental health issues, addiction, family breakdowns, loss, there are so many issues I could list but that would take forever. many may have lost a job which may cause them to become depressed which then could of lead to family breakdown or divorce. Men will normally leave their home which then means that they have made themselves intentionally homeless which then means the local council will not re-home them.  Other services that are in every town from street services to St Mungos all have criteria that they have to adhere to which means people have to either sleep under a bus shelter, car park or anywhere they can lay their head to rest.

All these services try to work with the everyone but the guys have to work with the services to. It is so hard to see people deteriorate in front of me and it breaks me. I wish I had the skills, even though I am a life coach, to help th-em with so much more. It easy to give someone a roof over there head, however its then the other issues that need addressing.  With all the government cuts mental health services are dying, therapeutic communities being closed, Psychiatric services slashed.

Every week more teenagers and elderly people are being made homeless.



Why can’t people in power see that the England that they are creating is destroying this beautiful country. I LOVE ENGLAND. It is full of beauty and colour and has the best scenery and so many wondrous  areas to visit.  But every town has a homeless issue and  making people leave a town and buying them a train ticket to where they have come from just means that you’re not helping that person. There are reasons why people leave their home towns so sending them back so you do not have to deal with them is so stupid and YES and double YES I said STUPID. For me it is common sense maybe I am just being thick.

Councils all over England are destroying the homeless people’s property from sleeping bags to medicine to personal belongings such as pictures, letters, ID basically everything.

Tomorrow Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading will be providing tents, sleeping bags, ground mats, clothing, toiletries, hot and cold food and so much more. By next week the majority of what we have handed out will either stolen by other homeless or destroyed by the council.

It  takes a lot of work by a lot of people to make our family picnics happen from posting different donation list to dropping or collecting donations.

Sometimes when we see our guys I know I want to cry but you have to hold it in, Our family is growing which means seeing more and more people suffering and new people every week who come to see us.  I look forward to Wednesdays because i can see my family and help them the best i can with so many wonderful people.












Homeless Our Appeal

It amazes me how someone who has nothing actually has everything and how people who have everything actually have nothing. Am I the only person who can see that?

I don’t have much but the love that surrounds me is more than the wealthiest person on Gods green earth.

I am lucky to have a home and a family. Many on the streets have nothing but the clothes they are wearing. Every week we try to do our best to help with food, clothing, toiletries, befriending and signposting, however it is not enough. Every week we also hand out sleeping bags, tents and gorund mats but we never have enough.

It breaks my heart to know that even though we are doing our best that we still have to turn people away because we do not have enough food or toiletries or tents etc. We have a group called Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading.







Today I went to The Way Ministry in Coley to help with their Christmas dinner for those who are homeless and in need. The event was amazing from start to finish. I saw many faces from Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading volunteers and people we help and some from Bridge Hall and some from The Way Ministry.

I felt truly blessed that Grace and Joe allowed me to be apart of their wonderful team. The dinner was lovely everyone left full and had a Christmas present and we also had a raffle. No one left without a gift. Its times like this that remind me how many vulnerable people we have in Reading.

Two years ago when I was in a bad place I wish I knew about the places I know about now. The likes of Bridge Hall, The Way Ministry, The Soup Run, CIRDIC and so many other organisations that help the needy. I struggled and life was very tight. We are through that now I am I so blest that I am in a position to help people and give a little back.

When we got home we took a massive food parcel and clothing to a lady in need who also helps two other families. This time of year where the majority of the world are getting ready for the one big day and overspending on food drinks and presents, decorating their trees and homes, It reminds me how delicate life can be one year your having the time of your life with family and friends and the following year you could be one of the people we help and your family and friends are nowhere to be seen.

The Giving Tree use to be a big part of my life every year I would take a card from the tree and purchase a suitable present for that card, two years ago the cards had gifts already wanted by the children but I could not afford to buy that gift. Now I give back the only way I know how. Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading is a big part of my life now. Every week I love what I do but then sometimes we run out of food or toiletries and that one thing that I can’t give back brings me on a downer. This Wednesday is our last normal donation donating day as the following week we will be handing out special Christmas Parcels which I can not wait for, it can’t come soon enough.


Being Homeless


When I left home I moved into a hostel in slough called SYPHA which stood for

Sloughs Young Persons Housing Association. I was having a great time, I finally

was out of an abusive household and I could live a life leaving the trauma behind

me. In those days it was unheard of, Asian girls running away from home but I had to

do what I felt was the right thing for me.

While I was staying at the hostel, one of the residents was chucked out because

they were not adhering to the rules. As it had been snowing I could not leave my

friend to stay out in the cold so I stupidly sneaked them in. Anyway to cut the

story short, another resident spilt the beans, leaving me and my friend out in the


That is when I knew never to trust or rely on anyone and at the end of the day

I was on my own. I had a few bags of clothes and the shoes I was wearing and

an adventure ahead of me so I thought. I was so wrong

The ground was white, the air was frosty and the sky was blue however my heart

black with icicles stabbing at my hands and feet. I spent my first night in the

doorway of a shop in the High Street. I was so cold and my hands and feet were

freezing luckily I had a few pounds on me so I was able to feed myself for a

couple of days.

On my fourth day I had run out of money so I did what I had to do. I walked

into Marks and Spencers in Queensmere, with my heart pounding and trying not

to look inconspicuous. I looked around for any sign of the security guards and

stuffed some meat pies down my coat and quickly made my getaway. I took

myself off to the car park at the end of the High Street where I was now sleeping

and had left my bags with all my belongings. I ate my pie as if it was the best

food I had ever tasted.


Over the next few days I would go into shops stealing food and cosmetics. The

food I ate and the cosmetics I would go into pubs and sell them to anybody.

I would use the money to buy hash and I would smoke away my troubles and my

nightmares away. I could not see a way out from my predicament and at times I

thought go home but I knew that was not a real option. I had shamed my family’s

honour and that there was no way back. I met a young man called Stuart who

had been on the streets but was now living with his girlfriend in Dedworth in

Windsor. He said I could stay with them but I would need to sleep on the floor. I

accepted the kind offer but after a few days I left and walked from Windsor back

to the car park. I felt safer in the car park than I did round their flat.

I carried on stealing and went into a shop and grabbed anything I could as I

knew there was always someone who would buy what I had stolen. All I needed

was to make £5 a day for drugs and food, that is all I needed to survive another

night in the cold. After a while I was arrested coming out of a shop and that

was the turning point in my life.