Whoever thought that doing good could get a person in trouble right? Well guess what it certainly happened to me.
I moved into this complex just me and my chihuahua Boobers. I'm a 57 year old female divorced for about 6 years now. It's just me and the dog and God of course him and I have developed quite the relationship. I couldn't have asked for a better father in life I can't say mine was all that great I'm sure he meant well but he had an alcohol issue. Needless to say my mom raised us me and my brother all by herself and she did a pretty good job except I was different. I'm disabled mentally. A knew life would be different for me.. just had to figure out a way to fit in somewhere so I began off on a long journey at 17 and left home.
I ended up meeting my husband around 38. Did an awful lot of traveling just checking out people trying to find myself I guess. . When I turned 48 I knew I was definitely meant to be alone. I just didn't fit in anywhere. I think I always knew God had something planned special for me. I believe that's why he set me apart. If there's anyone else out there awake I know you can understand how being in a family doesn't exactly mean you were meant for them.
After my divorce I ended up at this complex it was a beautiful apartment when I moved in but then things started to go south. The people here were very dirty but seeing that was only a few days old when I moved in I figured it was my duty to God to keep it clean because I felt like it was my home and even though I didn't get paid for it I really enjoyed doing it. I loved seeing the plants flower and to watch the trees bloom.It was odd..the more beautiful I kept it the more angry people got in the office. They told me to stop doing it they wouldn't even hire me even though I was very well qualified for the position. So I waited until it was late at night and did it in the darkness.
One day recently I hurt myself I'm not getting any younger... 57 years old and still run circles around the younger people. I think it's my spirit the holy spirit is always firing me up. One day back in February I was breaking down a couch someone had left in front of the dumpster. The doctor told me my bladder fell down and so did my bowel. I also had a 2 cm cyst about to rupture underneath my urethra. Needless to say it was quite the surgery. But the office didn't care while I was recuperating they filed for an eviction for non-payment of rent. I didn't know anything about legal stuff. I just figured once I explained it to them they would understand. Needless to say this is my last day here unless I come up with the money they want . I couldn't pay the money in May my surgery was May 18th and I certainly couldn't pay June and July. They won't take a partial payment they want it in full. It's a small apartment so it doesn't cost much. I just need a few more moments to rest and then I'll be back in business. But if I don't come up with the money today I am certain I will be homeless today is my deadline I'm going to need June July and August and even though 612 a month isn't much to most people. It's a lot to me. Back and forth to doctors and I don't drive. I don't get that much from the government. And I'm certainly not crazy even though some people may say that for not getting paid for what I do I just like keeping my own clean and whatever it takes to keep the place equally as clean. I'm a simple person.
God doesn't expect miracles from us he's just asks of us to do our part. Please help me continue to do my part. It's people like you that care that make all the differences in my the world. Help me please by keeping evil at bay and goodness at the forefront. Thank you all so much for your donations and kindness and if nothing else thank you for listening peace be with you always and everything you love.
