MoveYourMountain
A DESPERATE CRY FOR HELP...
$585 of $4,000 Goal
14.625% Complete
Raised by 14 Donors
Campaign Started:
September 22, 2015
Thank You...
Ricky Marsh $100 Geri OToole $100 Nicholas Maddaloni $50 rhoda $50 Anonymous $50 Lynn Goodman Kaden $50 lauren Reyes $25 Robert Berner $25 Ginger Willingham $25 Denise De Angelis Koellhoffer $25 Barb Arnold $25 Debi Young ventow $20 Robin Rappaport Kelly $20 carol $20
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Robert Berner:
Better things ahead
September 29, 2015
rhoda:
xoxo
September 29, 2015
Debi Young ventow:
I heard "my baby just wrote me a letter" and I thought of you and Elm Tree Pool yesterday! Please call me when you can. 518-326-4253
September 29, 2015
lauren Reyes :
prayers for you and your situation. Don't give up. :)
September 28, 2015
Ricky Marsh:
Never give up....
September 28, 2015
carol:
You are in my prayers. Believe in Miracles
September 28, 2015
Nicholas Maddaloni:
So sorry hear about your dilemma. My son may be able to help. Contact him at 561 353 6737 I will tell him to expect your call
September 28, 2015
Barb Arnold:
Thinking of you and sending good thoughts...don't give up! xoxoxo
September 28, 2015
Lynn Goodman Kaden:
Loretta...sending you prayers, hope and hugs. I hope this little bit helps.
September 27, 2015
Anonymous:
one day at a time
September 23, 2015
My name is Loretta.
This is very difficult for me to write, and encapsulating the sheer horror and terror of the story is even more difficult.  But I so very badly need any kind of help I can get, I'm going to try to tell it to the best of my ability and as quickly as I can in extremely broad strokes.  It's extraordinarily painful for me to tell.  It will be just matter of factly put into words here.  My mind and emotions are still raw and exposed from it, even though the brutal course of events that rendered me homeless took place a little over a year ago.  Homelessness is a dark, twilight zone world.  The streets are a gruesome place.  I never in a million years would have guessed I could ever, ever end up there, but I did...and the terror cannot be put into words.

Last year I was living in Boca Raton in the condo my father had given me "verbally" in 2009 and was extraordinarily ill with a gastrointestinal problem that had been going on for a time undiagnosed by a husband and wife team of specialists.  I weighed 60 pounds, and could not eat without it coming out of one end or the other. I thought it might have been that dreaded c-diff thing, but tests proved it was not.  They didn't have a clue.

In July 2014 my half sister had me ejected - not evicted - from this condo.  Removed by police who told me I could collect my belongings the next morning, but when I went back she was there with her attorney who said he would have me arrested for trespassing if I dared come into the place.  She won.  40+ years of accumulation, gone.  EVERYTHING, just GONE!

This was done with my father's awareness, still alive, a retired physician and millionaire.  This part of the story is especially gruesome, repugnant and unthinkable.  Only the beginning of a multitude of atrocities...in vicious succession.

Very ill, I moved into a cheap hotel with my beloved cat and with what I had been allowed to take from the condo, some clothes (not many) and personal stuff. The following day I called my boss, friend, mentor and confidant only to have his sister tell me he had died that morning due to complications from an old surgery.  The grief was not the only thing that was overwhelming, I had now not only lost him and my job, but also 20 years of residual income!  

In the following days, the pain had became unbearable with whatever this sickness was, to this day not diagnosed.  I called an ambulance to take me to the emergency room.   I went in for x-ray and was being led to a waiting area when I noticed 2 policeman there who began telling me to leave.  Not with a word of disrespect, no resistance whatsoever, I was cuffed ankles and wrists, lifted like on TV like a wild boar and thrown face first into the back of their cruiser.  Arrested for trespassing in an emergency room!!!

I spent 5 days in jail before they determined that I needed to go to, THE EMERGENCY ROOM!!  I was taken to a different hospital and admitted for 5 days there. No diagnosis.  While there I was given my pocketbook that had been taken into custody with me, told that I was lucky to get it because the police had no record of me having any property whatsoever.  Upon inspection everything of value was gone...cash, a $900 personal check made out to me, a 31", 24 kt. gold chain that had broken in an envelope that I was going to take for repair, my bank card, my cell phone and whatever else "they" wanted...these things being the only things that may have allowed me to go back to my life, the only things of any value left. The hotel proprietor had thrown away all I had left of my 40+ years as an adult, and let my 15 year old arthritic cat out to die.  I grieve for her each and every day.  Included in the things he either threw away or kept, I had 4-5 ounces of gold jewelry that would have certainly sufficed to get me back "up and running" so to speak.

And I had no where to go, literally, no where!  The 3 people who would have helped me through this that lived in the area were dead, I am estranged from my father and daughter, and there is no one, no where...and I am in my pajamas!!!  No phone, and all phone numbers of 15 years gone, everything, just everything, gone...and NO ONE, not one, that I could get in touch with.

From there it was horrible, terrible, miserable.  Homelessness is a black hole with quick sand in it, the twilight zone but darker and stranger than Rod Serling could've ever begun to imagine, and the contents of which I believe Stephen King would say, "we gotta tone that down!" It has been not just frightening, not just terrifying, but worse than one could ever fathom.  The despair here knows no depth too deep, no agony too torturous, no subservience too deviant,  no pain that can't get worse, because it does.

If you would like to know more of my horror story on the streets, I will expound on it for you.  There is no single moment that is without pain, suffering and great misery.  But I think this is enough to suffice here.  I lost everything, everything.  My brains have been bashed in and my heart gouged out, I can barely recognize myself.  I have nothing and no way to get anything.  I need help and the hardest thing in the world to do, at least for many of us, is to have to ask for help.  There just isn't any other way...I've tried all of it, from abusive shelters, churches, you name it I've tried it.  I'm a square peg that doesn't fit into a round hole, or a round peg that doesn't fit into a square hole.  The last words said to me at shelters is "we have nothing for you here."  The state of Florida does not have welfare and I'm a year away from social security.

I created this campaign because I desperately need help. I need a place to stay, even just a room, for a couple of months so I can get myself back together.  I need a computer, a car (even an old, used, A to B vehicle) because the bus kills my disabled body, although I haven't had a dime for bus fare in a year. (I am disabled but have been denied disability benefits.  I have been living on $194 worth of food stamps per month for over a year now.)
ANY amount will help. Please help and please share this campaign with others; friends, family, groups, every little bit helps of course

I have been staying with a very good friend in Daytona Beach for a week, and that's as long as I was supposed to stay. She has been kind and gracious to have extended it for a bit.  Worse than having to ask for help is asking for it as quickly as possible!  Everyone knows that after 3 days company gets old no matter how close your friendship is!  I need to get back to Pompano Beach asap and I just don't think I can survive the streets any longer...time is of the essence!

With deepest gratitude and greatest humility...Thank You.


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Robert Berner:
Better things ahead
September 29, 2015
rhoda:
xoxo
September 29, 2015
Debi Young ventow:
I heard "my baby just wrote me a letter" and I thought of you and Elm Tree Pool yesterday! Please call me when you can. 518-326-4253
September 29, 2015
lauren Reyes :
prayers for you and your situation. Don't give up. :)
September 28, 2015
Ricky Marsh:
Never give up....
September 28, 2015
carol:
You are in my prayers. Believe in Miracles
September 28, 2015
Nicholas Maddaloni:
So sorry hear about your dilemma. My son may be able to help. Contact him at 561 353 6737 I will tell him to expect your call
September 28, 2015
Barb Arnold:
Thinking of you and sending good thoughts...don't give up! xoxoxo
September 28, 2015
Lynn Goodman Kaden:
Loretta...sending you prayers, hope and hugs. I hope this little bit helps.
September 27, 2015
Anonymous:
one day at a time
September 23, 2015

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