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I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.

When I was 19 years old, both of my parents died in the same year; my mom of cancer and my dad in a car accident. Through the next two or three years and a series of bad decisions - all my own, I might add - I ended up literally homeless, before that was even a word. I even slept occasionally under a pier on the Gulf Coast.

I was broke until I was 40. Really broke. I could get by, but I had nothing.

I was homeless for about 8 months, I refused to live with my dad or anyone for that matter. So I stayed somewhere that had no hot water, ever, no heat, I told myself I have to be strong and get through it on my own.

I was an incredibly lonely, very alienated teenager.

I've been homeless on a few occasions.

I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.

I was looking for a husband, but meanwhile to survive, I had to work.

I'm still working, I've got two arms, two legs, two gorgeous kids, a lovely wife. Fifteen years ago, I was homeless. So when you think about it, I'm lucky.

I was planning on my future as a homeless person. I had a really good spot picked out.