Harry is 52 years old, and is a father to 5 kids. On the day I met Harry, I had decided to visit the local homeless shelter—and instead of just cutting hair, I thought it'd be nice to sit down and break bread with a whole room of my brothers and sisters. No camera, no video, just heart-to-heart interaction, to connect with them while sharing a glimpse of what they experience every day. After meeting Harry, he asked for a haircut. As we talked, he told me that he had been in Melbourne for the past decade. He told me how at the age of 26, he was living a very different life than the one now. He was living with his wife, all of their children, in a lovely home. He told me about how he lost it all because of his addiction to heroin. It all began when he was living in Tasmania—in the country, poppy plants would grow freely, and it didn't cost much to get high. Once he moved to Melbourne, however, the circumstance were not the same and he had to start paying a lot more for his addictions, which led to him losing everything. He would give up whatever he had for that hit. He ended up losing two homes because of heroin, and eventually his wife and kids because of it. He is now on the path of recovery and has quit heroin. He lives in a one bedroom apartment in public housing, and is trying to make a living with part time jobs here and there. He told me his life is very different to others because people usually start from the bottom and work their way up, but he's had to to do the opposite. He started on top, and crashed. He laughed at the irony of how when he was in his 20s, people would knock on the front door of his home to ask for donations for the Salvation Army to help the homeless. He never thought that in the future that he himself would become homeless. He used to support the Salvation Army, and now he is surviving because of them.