Huffington Magazine Issue 22 | Page 79

HUFFINGTON 11.11.12 NO WAY OUT walks west for three blocks, then north up Hickory Valley Road, past mostly empty spaces punctuated by churches — the Hickory Valley Baptist Church, St. Michael’s Charismatic Anglican Church, Tyner Pent Church of God. “I believe in God,” she says. “I talk to him the whole way as I’m walking. I just thank him that I woke up today, and that I’m not using drugs. I thank him for my job. I look at this way: God has something in store for me. I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.” She arrives at Amazon just before 6 p.m, tired and sweaty. She uses baby wipes to clean herself up. She spends the night scrubbing toilets, scraping gum off floors, putting soap in the dispensers, and wiping the mirrors. When her shift ends, just after 6 in the morning on Monday, she walks a half-hour to a Shell station and dials the CARTA dispatcher to ask for a Number 6. Once, she waited in the pouring rain for more than two hours, she says, but most days, the bus comes within a half-hour. While she waits, she sits on a block of concrete and watches cars go by. On a recent afternoon, Smith taps her latest paycheck for a $300 down payment on a used Ford Windstar van. “I can live in the car, sleep in the car, find somewhere cool to park and just lie down,” she says. She can free herself from the Chattanooga bus system, and proceed with her plans. “I don’t care what the car looks like, as long as it gets me from point A to point B,” she says. “All I’ve got to do is make it through these three weeks.” ‘I WAS A PART OF THAT’ For Lebron Stinson, time seems to be rolling backward, with each week adding to the distance separating him from the working world. Back when Stinson was a teenage "