As a child from a broken home Domenic moved around a lot with his father in Philadelphia – but eventually their relationship fell apart and he ended up on the street.
“I found drugs in the suburbs more than the city, can you believe that?” he said. His eyes are humble for his thirty-seven years. He measures his words as he speaks about jail time and a handful of rehabilitation programs.
“My mother died while I was in jail,” Domenic said. ( To Read More http://www.bctv.org/putting-a-face-on-poverty/article_79613838-e8f4-11e4-b84b-3f7dd539f9a1.html )