Yesterday i got a call from a dear friend, elderly woman that has been wonderful to me. I came here, in the middle of no where and knew no one. She and her husband befriended me and have helped me immensely. Wonderful people. And sh'e the one that called yesterday.
There's a man 2 doors down from me that's 68 years old. Lives alone in the house he grew up in. Father died long ago and he moved in and took care of his mother until she passed a few years ago. His brother died last year.
It has been bitter cold this winter. He wasn't able to pay his utility bill and his service was shut off. Simultaneously his vehicle was repossessed. He stayed there with no heat and froze. He ended up in hospital and some toes had to be amputated due to frost bite. Now he's in a nursing home convalescing.
It's ridiculous. It's supposed to be illegal for a utility company to shut power off during winter months. I am contacting the media in the morn and going to make all the waves i can. Am taking up collection and hopefully get town to pull together to get him on his feet..what's left of his feet.
This afternoon received word he has to have more amputation.
Would you please send him a card?
Laurels Of Coldwater
90 N. Michigan Ave.
Coldwater, MI. 49036
His name is Richard Esseltine
I have contacted someone on FB that's going to ask for help for him.
I have a family member( not here) who works in public health. She has been on TV many times and has a few "connections". I have appealed to her and she's on it. Hopefully he will receive an outpouring of support over next few weeks.
Last fall i got involved in helping homeless. My wonderful elderly friend here connected me to someone that had 100 knit hats that she so kindly donated. Along with other items for the homeless. I took it to a homeless shelter in a much larger city wher inner city is rough. And i was afraid of even going there. Isn't a nice place.
I got there-heart pounding and as i pulled into parking lot i saw a woman, older, shabbily dressed in a worn faded denim jacke, she was sitting on a bench. I walked over to her and ask if she would like a hat. It was cold out. She said yes. I lead her to my vehicle and told her to take what she wanted. She took a bright red one. You would think she just won the lotto.
I took the things inside and as i went back to my vehicle i saw her on the bench-smiling brightly.
As i drove away with a lump in my throat i thought of how much i have to be grateful for. From that time on my life and interest took another turn. Since then i have worked toward helping to form a safety net for those whose life ....homeless. Veterans. Drug addicts. People that lost their jobs etc.
I recently learned of a program, Peer Support Mentoring, that i am working toward being involved in.
We all got into RSE thinking how we could make the world a better place. Didn't we? Well, there's a great need in all places for humanity to be encouraged and uplifted. Even if it's just paying for someones handful of groceries in the line ahead of you at the store. Anything if it makes the world a better place.
We ALL count and have an affect. It's important to remember it could be US that's in an awful place in life. And the CRAP of "we all create our own reality"...yes, we do. But people do not intentionally make choices that's gonna land em on the street, penniless. Humanity is screwed up. To be so cold and uncaring is not what i am or want to be.
To all of that happen to read this one day. Remember something, but for the grace of God that person you're better than, could be you.
However, i have to admit that it isn't me-per say. It's an answer to prayer. I have ask that love come through this body. To touch the lives of others. To help heal a selfish and broken society.
I have my soul back. And have gained great understanding of something, that LOVE is way and path. Caring about others adds to my happiness and life.
I hadn't realized my soul was being sucked out of me. It's wonderful to be alive. I forgot what it's like. :)
It's far more sad than i knew. His power had been shut off months ago. No one knew. And his vehicle repossessed. The only money he earned was from driving the Amish around. His medical condition is that he will be in rehab awhile and might never go home. He has a house he inherited that he grew up in. No doubt it too is "at risk?.
Am setting up a pay station to get assistance for him. I know he needs PJs and comfortable clothes. As well as all the support and encouragement he can get.
The rest of the story:
I came here to this little town less last summer. Didn't know anyone. Was in a mess immediately. Discovered wet basement. Flooded. Unpleasant territorial neighbors. As new kid on the block it was an awful situation for me trying to land on my feet from all i had gone through-a lot. Including the H1N1 that landed me on life support in a coma in ICU at major hospital for weeks. And then a nursing home.
It's awful what happened. The guy began coming to my house. At first it was alright. He helped me by fixing my mailbox and other things. I liked him but he became invasive. Out of sheer frustaration i greeted him at the door and told him not to come back. Because i didn't have ANY privacy.
It's not that i disliked him. It's that he was overstepping boundaries. And hints didn't get his attention. He was just a lonely guy. Yes i feel awful. Guilty-no. Ashamed-yes.
I was "evolving" and he was a "villager".
This is hard to handle.
Just received word " Go Fund Me" is set up on Face Book and first $25 has been deposited.
I am working on scheduling the media interview. However, there's an airborne respiratory illness going round at nursing home. Patients meals are being served in room rather than community dining. Staff wearing gowns/mask.
Will be speaking with him morn.
His power was shut off 3 months ago and vehicle repossessed. He doesn't drink, smoke or go to casinos or play lottery.
If we all create our own reality and there's no such thing as a victim, how can your life matter to those ascended masters allegedly here to assist humanity, you?
It's over my head. All i know is that there's SO much to live for. To anticipate and experience. To be grateful for. It's a tragedy at best for anyone to feel they have no reason to live. Heaven help us all.
I implore all of us to do something weekly to acknowledge another. To help people believe in them self and get through what ever they are facing. Let them know they are not alone.
Do unto others.
As posted the information about government, grey men, conspiracies is a lot to put on anyone. A new student that's already up in the air-upheaval. Change does that.
In panic, fear and innocence there was someone i was feeding information to. I was scared. Trying to "reach" that person. Frantic. The world is ending. C'mon c'mon., you have to move, go to school. And i didn't understand why he didn't "get it". To me it was perfectly clear, we are GOD, can do anything. Nor did i understand what i was doing to his life. I thought i was helping him. C'mon, you're not your body
Now i get it Ironically i was doing to his life exactly what's just been done to mine. Pulling the rug out from under his reality. That was many years ago but an unforgettable situation/experience. It's a painful lesson. I question the wisdom of interfering in others life. It's a wake up call.
The people waking up to RSE are angry, confused, embarrassed and humiliated, wounded. Years of their life are MIA and it's challenging to untangle such a mess. The irony is that it's the reverse process of when people go to RSE. Everyone shows up with their suitcase/baggage that they open and go through, resolve as they grow and change in the teachings. Reverse process.
I live in an Amish area too and often buy at Amish and Mennonite markets.
They have many magnificent horses, some recovered and retrained from the regional harness racing industry.
In my work at a psych hospital, we in the intake and crisis departments (combined) deal first hand with the hapless, the homeless, the suicidal, the homicidal, manipulative addicts, prinsoer that tried to hang themselves, and the totally crazy.
Helping these people is not easy, and one has to be prepared for a major effort. "It takes a village" as said in an African proverb.
I see people like your neighbor Richard that fall through the cracks, (sometimes the fault is theirs) continually.
My artist colleagues at the Goggleworks Art Center used GoFundMe this month to help a fellow artist who died suddenly at age 37 of colon cancer. I knew her well for last 4 years, a gentle soul who was assistant program director and an abstract artist and poet. Her tiny family (mother and brother--she was never married) ran up huge bills to pay for treatment and hospice. The FundMe site raised $20,000 in 3 weeks.
You are doing a good thing, true recovery path, expressing a real answer to RSE's fake enlightenment game in the little things you take care of selflessly when you can.
I agree. I have backed off because i see the biggest issue is ego. It's sad. It hurt deeply to discover a situation so close. A person has to take personal responsibility.
You live in Amish. It's a trip. I love them and their products. They do good work.
Sociability varies by the enclave - there is a great social fabric inside some groups but a cold shoulder is given to outsiders - others seem to be more open and confident that outside influence does not threaten their faith.
One time I was in Amish country on a moonless night. Boy was that an eerie feeling: with no electric lights anywhere it was dark indeed. In houses here and there a single kerosene light was visible through the curtainless windows.
Wow, 3 of us live in Amish counties? Interesting. Yes, they can be cold. I have turned to them to create better self sufficiency. I bug em-pick their brain and hire them to teach me. The Amish here are "modern". They have generators and don't use kerosene. My Pentecostal life was quite similar.
At the time a "cult". Closed community. And in-laws thought i was awful for not allowing television. My kids have thanked me for it-went to college and two out three still don't have or want television. Cult or not it was a moral life. None of them are Pentecostal.