Heavy Weighs The Hopeless Heart - I Need a Miracle
The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines, to one of chaos, hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September, I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income. And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son. I have tried all the various resources to no avail. I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension. Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel. Not once, but at the least twice. A kidney removal and gall bladder. I am not ...