I woke up this morning at 5:30 a.m. I immediately took a Phenegran for the neausea. I’m doing o.k., thank God! I wasn’t able to make it to the pot luck last night but one of my sweet neighbors brought me up a plate. Is that too cool or what? I HAVE to run some chores today so I pray for God to give me the strength I need.
Oh, for the title of this post: I live in a secured condominium on the ninth floor. This came to be like this: Before I became so disabled that I couldn’t work, I lived in a nice two bedroom apartment. Finances of course were still always challenging, but with my job I was being able to get by. While I was living there, my sister and her husband came to visit me. As was my custom, I gave up my master bedroom to them to stay in and I slept in the second bedroom. It was a cozy arrangement and we enjoyed a minimum of a week’s worth of visitation. During that time, my brother-in-law was sitting at my computer checking out all the Corpus Christi properties. I was in the kitchen preparing us a meal when my brother-in-law asked me if I would like to live in a house that he and my sister would buy and they would rent it out to me for $500.00/month. He said this would give us all an advantage because I would always have room to accommodate visiting family and friends and I would never have to worry about my rent going up. I told my brother-in-law how wonderful that would be and so we entered into the agreement. There was of course nothing in writing, just in honor. They, my sister and brother-in-law had not yet found the home to move me into.
Then, I became so disabled that I couldn’t walk, bathe, chew, swallow, brush my teeth or hair, etc. I lost my job because I couldn’t perform my duties any longer and Social Security put me on disability. The great and unfortunate consequence of this was that my income was slashed in half (and even with all the added medical expenses, the government only allowed me that little to live on). It was a dreadful time and I thought I was living a nightmare. One day during that time, my sister and brother-in-law, who had come back from California to Texas to visit my mother (who was still alive at the time), took me and told me we were going for a ride. They brought me to this lovely condominium and told me that this is the place they had chosen for me to live. What a blessing that was and what a blessing they have always been to me!
The condominium is a very large one-bedroom, two bath unit. There is a livng space I call the sun room that my sister and brother-in-law said they would use to sleep in while visiting. The sun room is enclosed and has a beautiful view of Corpus Christi bay and the city skyline. My sister and brother-in-law said that for tax purposes they were going to list this unit as a secondary residence and so I would not actually be a renter, but more of a room mate. I was given full control over the master bedroom and bath to arrange, decorate, etc. as I pleased. The rest of the condo would be common area for us all. Being a “room mate” was not actually what they had originally offered and, it really wasn’t a house where I would have extra rooms for company to stay in during visitations. But these things seemed so insignificant to the great deed that my sister and her husband were doing for me. I knew God would bless them bountifully for all their good works and no one could have been more thankful than I was and still am. And so, they moved me in.
Now, after living here for a little over three years, they are informing me that the condo is becoming a financial burden to them and is eating up more money than they anticipated. I am sorry for this. I know that the current economy is probably what is sparking this thing they are contemplating and of course, them possibly not being able to keep their promise to me of giving me a home to live in that they would own and maintain and that I would rent from them for $500.00/month and never have to worry about the rent being raised.
They haven’t actually given me a concrete “eviction” notice yet but my sister seems to keep hinting to the fact that maybe I should start looking for a section 8 apartment to move into. And so it goes. I am very saddened by this but I have no control over what they are doing or are going to do. I guess I have to go put in an application at a section 8 apartment building. I would be losing a lot but what must be must be. My sister and her husband have been such a blessing to me in so many ways that I could never thank them enough and express this thanksgiving sufficiently. I would probably NEVER be able to repay them for all the kind, loving and generous gestures and actions they have done for me. I wish I could repay them somehow.
I hate moving especially when I am so sick. ugh! So goes my life.
Peace and love, Out, Linda
