AboutMe

In 1994, I was a single mother struggling to make
ends meet. I had good job skills but not a good job.
I took on a second job. My neighbors didn't like that
I worked two jobs but I was trying to keep from being
homeless and pay the bills off. In the end, my 3
children and I became homeless anyway. The next two
years of my life were pure hell. The highlight of
that experience was was getting to go to eat under
the viaduct on Sundays because a ministry came and
fed us pancakes, bacon, sausage and real coffee.
Brian Mitchell wasn't so crazy as to wear a white
robe and kidnap little girls by the name of Elizabeth
at that time, but he was crazy enough to stalk me.
Illegals from Mexico hid drugs in the hubs of my car.
The homeless shelter took my children on a weekend
campout, didn't supervise them and my daughter ended
up with a fractured skull. When we made it to
transitional housing, they put us in the worst part
of the city. It was common for us to hit the floor
when the drive-by shooters drove past our house. They
weren't shooting at us specifically, they were just
shooting in random. My mother came down with
pancreatic cancer and died and I couldn't even attend
the funeral. And, there was an attempted kidnap on my
daughter. Somehow we made it out and we rejoined the
rest of the Salmon swimming upstream in that march we
call life. And here I am today, finally learning the
lesson I should have learned 10 years ago. It wasn't
a poor job or neighbors that didn't like me that
caused me to become homeless. ... It was my lack of
education on how to handle money and make it work for
me. This year was my wakeup call. I am getting out of
the cycle of debt because this is the legacy I will
leave my kids. Knowledge of how to do it better --
do it the right way. Anyone want to join me?