Identity Theft - Who Would Want To Be Me?

I have just discovered that someone has hacked into my life via a fake PayPal account.

I am truly baffled as to why anyone would want to be ME.

On a good day I would rather be someone else.

I live off of less than $1500 per month. My rent is $995, Internet $60 and cell phones $90. Then add in food, bus fare and school supplies for my son and there is a deficit.

These low-life scumbags have turned my life upside-down. All my finances are frozen. I have gone six weeks with no income whatsoever!

Everyday is a struggle just to come up with $4 for bus fare for my boy to attend school.

I strongly fear it is going to get much worse.

Today I received a bill for $4,323.58 for a Canadian Tire Card I never have had.

How they got a credit card is beyond me. I have tried numerous times to obtain a MasterCard to no avail.

Yet these pricks ran up over four grand on a card they obtained.

My credit is so bad that even I refuse to lend me money.

I am irresponsible with credit.

(Unless it is for a drug cartel, then I most certainly pay my bill on time. Honest, read my Walking on Dawes books.)

All jokes aside, I do not understand how they obtained the credit cards. I cannot comprehend why they would use the identity of someone who makes less the twenty thousand a year.

I have faith that eventually it will all be straightened out. No doubts whatsoever.

I would be lying through my remaining aged teeth if I were to say I am ok and surviving.

The past few weeks have been very difficult.

As I said prior, just to somehow come up with a measly $4 bus fare daily, groceries are out of the equation all together and laundry, well, the boy and I stink.

Sorry neighbours …….

Hopefully my account holds will be released very soon or, if you fail to hear from me, I will be out hunting for meat, toilet paper and salt and pepper.

Yes, we are so poor we do not have salt and pepper.

My only other income other than my pension is my books. Most authors make very little money. We write because we enjoy writing and we usually have a tale to speak of or a lesson learned to pass forward.

I have gone to sleep these many past nights, as I will tonight, wondering not only ‘how’ they managed to do it, but also ‘why me’.

It dumbfounds me – truth spoken.

As a sixty year old single parent living off an income meant for one, meals and such for the past month and next few weeks are going to be and have been a tear filled magical act.

You know you are poor when you cannot even afford salt and pepper.

I will pray tonight that one of my well written bad books lands in Oprah’s lap and she endorses me meager self.

Until then, I shall remain “Dann” – just as I am. The original LightHouse Shakie Dann Verner.

Namaste’ my friends and strangers.