Been awhile since I posted but that’s because there’s always more to do than there are hours in a day! It’s that time of year again to go back to tending my micro urban farms to help those who cannot find enough help to make ends meet but before that, I’ve been doing what I’ve been doing and that’s helping homeless to survive another winter. It’s always refreshing though, to run into other individuals doing what they can to help their communities be a better place for everyone regardless of what other people think. That’s why I tell people to grow a tough hide out here because the more you start making an impact, the more static you’ll get from the status quo!

Just to give you an example of what a typical day is like out here, I’ll share with you how this morning went. First call of the morning came from my very first homeless volunteer, Betty. She found Jay, a local disabled homeless man in a wheelchair, sitting outside of a Valley Cities Mental Health services office without his wheelchair. Turns out it broke down and a church had given him two walking canes to get by on but using them is a big strain on Jay. Betty went to a local senior center before Valley Cities opened to see if she could find a spare wheelchair he could sit in for awhile but she didn’t stop there. She got on the phone and called Jay’s caseworker from Health Pointe and they were on their way with a new chair for Jay. This isn’t the first time Betty’s sharp eyes have caught other people in need when no one was around to help. That’s another fact of life out here. Often, it’s other homeless people that come to the rescue because there isn’t much outreach going on in Kent unless it’s to recruit you into somebody’s church services or….a drug dealer looking for a new customer and for the youth, it’s usually recruiters from local gangs.

Betty has let me know of pregnant women and families with small children living out of their cars or sleeping at parks simply because she’s like me and does her daily walks to check and see where people are and how they’re doing. Nobody is paying her to do this and I don’t get paid either. Sometimes Betty doesn’t feel well but that doesn’t keep her down and if I can help her with rides (when I have gas!), bus fare or help with groceries, it just makes her life a little easier and provides her the support she can’t find anywhere else.

I happened to be in Auburn this morning doing one load of laundry (that’s all I could afford) before the library opened but once it was finished, I drove around the block to check on the older car dwellers to see how they made it through the night. Sure enough I found another gal I met at another park a few months ago, doing her own community outreach to the “campers” needing food. I asked her how the good fight goes in Auburn and discovered that she had been helping a family with small children to stay at a motel for a month because after all the running around they did with local service groups, they couldn’t get help fast enough to find shelter in the cold windy rain we’ve been having. Even though her finances were already strained to the limit, that didn’t stop her from helping others who have it worse than she does. That’s what outsiders often do not understand. For the folks who are out here or have been out here, the sense of urgency is acute. If we don’t act as soon as possible, somebody will die out here. Now this gal needs help making up the rest of her rent and I’m hoping folks who are reading this will make a donation to help her out IF they are able to.

Come hell or high water, for those of us who know what the reality is out here, we often have to make personal sacrifices because there are no options we can conveniently wait around for. When people are desperate, they will do desperate things to survive even if it’s negative so I don’t judge people for that. I do however,  take issue with folks who do nothing to alleviate poverty when they have the power to do so but don’t. This isn’t about enabling people others are quick to judge, it’s about providing our own support system to keep from spiraling further and further into hopelessness. People trying to help themselves will get burnt out sooner or later chasing around dubious services but they keep looking for them anyway. Problem is, it’s taking too much time to get help and that’s why I do what I do. I see the reality every day because I’m still living it myself!!

To those who take up advocacy, I give you these words of advice. Don’t worry about the negativity of other people who aren’t doing what you’re willing to do. There’s no one way to help people and it’s a learning process to find out who is worth your trust but if you don’t give up, the right people will come into your life at the right time. The trick is not to let yourself get distracted by other people that don’t share your vision. I would also say to do your best to take care of your needs by not cutting too deeply into your own resources but I do understand that in some cases, it’s damn near impossible not to. We already know we’re on our own since there’s a never ending onslaught of budget cuts to state and federal programs. We already know people are afraid to step out of the safety of their own comfort zones to care about anybody else. We also know that people are quick to judge instead of actually doing anything but we also know we can’t quit. We may never know the impact we make on other people’s lives but I’d rather do what I can when I can than regret it later.

Just know that your efforts, no matter how big or small, made the world a better place for the people you chose to help.

Thank you for all that you do and thank you for taking the time to read this!

 

 

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The Journey that ended before he began: The death of a homeless child in the city of Kent (Be advised: the attached picture is graphic and may not be suitable for everyone to view)

 

The last time I wrote about Kent, I entitled the piece “Out of Touch While Others Run Out of Time” on the Huffington Post. Sadly, time ran out for Journey Legatee. Journey’s family is one of many in Kent that has fallen victim to homelessness that could’ve been prevented had there been resources available when they needed them. Had the city of Kent approved a resource center/shelter years ago when first requested by various local orgs, the Legatee family would’ve had a place to go and baby Journey would’ve had a chance to live but Kent has always been in the habit of not taking their growing homeless population seriously enough to be proactive about it.

Journey was the name that Billy and Zincia, the homeless parents of Journey, felt was appropriate after their baby was declared stillborn by miscarriage by the attending physician at a local hospital in South King County.  It has been almost a month since Journey’s tragic death. The particulars surrounding this miscarriage are still being investigated by the family at this time, but the “journey” of homelessness, experienced by this family leading to this tragedy, is the inspiration for his given name.  What should have been a time of celebration for this family is now an added burden of grief and loss to the already challenging and overwhelming reality of being a homeless family in the city of Kent, WA.

Billy is telling his story because he believes he will, and must, make it through this period for his wife and family, and he wants others to know the truth about being homeless.  They are still currently homeless and he invites you to take his journey experience of homelessness in what we call the continuing story of a “City Out of Touch”. As a returning community member from incarceration, Billy had made up his mind that he was ready to take a different path from his previous life. Being admitted into a successful transition program in Seattle upon his release, he was shortly relocated from Seattle, by the Department of Corrections (DOC) after only a month and a half, to a clean and sober halfway house in the city of Kent. Here is where the problems began to mount for Billy already facing the challenges of reentry transition.  WA State DOC pays for three months of housing in which Billy qualified, but the Halfway House approved for him in Kent had activity that was detrimental to his sobriety and safety.  Billy had no choice but to request a move to a relative in Kent which he found out had the same activity. In this process he was not able to maintain the rest of his 90 day rent stipend by DOC.   Right before his release from prison, his wife had an apartment with his three children and a job.  She lost the car and soon after was not able to keep her job for lack of transportation.  She was soon evicted just as he was released.  With a pregnant wife, and three children, Billy and his family continued to struggle to find safe housing in Kent.

He tried all the listed and available resources only to find there weren’t any resources to help their real time needs.  After living in a park for four days he finally flagged down a police officer who was able to get him a one day stay at a motel.  He located a minister in Tacoma who came to visit him and paid for a week’s stay in a local hotel.  When I found out about Billy, I rallied help from other advocates to assist the family.  Billy has enrolled for college and will receive a grant in a few months and will receive food stamps next month, but still has no place to call home right now with his family.  He was told by the police,” We can get some help for your family if you are charged with domestic violence.”  During this process of homelessness his wife was rushed to the hospital with pain.  According to the family, some of the medical procedural activity was questionable and the end result was the loss of their son, Journey.

Billy said in an intake interview, “You know, I could have went with some of my former associates and made some easy money and got us a place to live, but I don’t want to live that life anymore.  I have been in and out of institutions since I was young, but now I am going to do it right, so I chose to live in the park than to go back to that life.  After a few days I couldn’t take my family through that anymore and stopped a police officer and asked for help”.

This doesn’t sound like a person who chooses to be homeless, as many residents and officials in Kent believe.  This doesn’t sound like a homeless person who is just strung out on drugs and alcohol, as many people and officials in Kent have stereotyped the homeless. This isn’t an isolated incident of a person who chose to come to Kent to commit crimes or take advantage of Kent resources, (that do not exist for housing), as many in the Kent business and political community believe.  On the contrary, Billy’s story is just one of many in the homeless population that are trying to transition successfully back into the community from incarceration; they end up in Kent, due to gentrification and or collateral consequence, and find the absence of adequate supports and indifference of their needs from the city and community, hence, A City Out of Touch.

This is a city that still sees Kent as the White suburban community it was twenty to thirty years prior and has been unaware of the negative effects of gentrification and poverty. It is unaware that its diversity numbers are mainly due to displaced low income families. This city has a lack of understanding about problems and solutions for homelessness and poverty.  Seattle Times staff reporter, Lornet Turnbull, wrote an article saying “New immigrants are bringing diverse culture to the once white, working-class communities, forcing city leaders and longtime residents to at once embrace and grapple with change.” (Turnbull, Seattle Times, February 23, 2011). The change in Kent includes a growing diverse demographic of the homeless population (families, youth, veterans, women).

This city still has people embracing fear about the homeless.  As recent as April 6, 2012, the Kent Reporter published a cartoon showing three frames, one of Frankenstein with the word “scary above it; one with a ghost saying “scarier”; and finally one with a homeless person saying “Scariest”.  The city of Kent just recently denied a Union Gospel Mission and a local faith community partnership, Kent Hope, access to a viable building to create a homeless day center. The Kent Hope collaboration could have been an option for a Billy’s family and others like Billy, to come and get a breather, take a shower,  make some contacts, release some of the daily stress of homelessness, get some hope and some help.  Can you imagine being homeless and pregnant? Just within the past few months we have encountered and helped several homeless families in Kent with infants, living outdoors.

As I applaud the Kent Hope faith group for working on a long term solution for a day center, I challenge the faith community as well as the city; because right now, someone is being evicted and need a place to stay- today. Right now, someone is being released from prison and cannot afford go back to their old community and need a place to live-today. Right now, someone is going to work every day, but can’t afford the rent deposit or pass a credit check and needs housing TODAY!  And then there are people, like Billy, who has a family with children, homeless, living in Kent wherever they can, children going to school, hiding the fact that they’re homeless and there is no help.  Wake up City of Kent! Let us make sure that the death of Journey may begin a life of hope for housing the homeless in Kent.

As of the writing of this post, I was informed by Billy’s wife that she still has uncontrolled bleeding from the loss of her son. When Zincia lost the baby, she almost lost her life that day as well. As of next week, they do not know where they’ll be but they do know that we, the local activists in the area, will do all we can to keep them from having to move back into a local park and risk losing a wife and mother.

 

 

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Ever since I met Billy and his family, nothing has felt the same but for this family; their nightmare needs to come to an end. I sent my latest blog to the Huffington Post and I can only hope that they will publish it. In the meantime, there’s still a lot of work to do. I can only go online so many times to ask for donations and thanks to my good friend Vira, I started making pins to help with more fundraising to help Billy and Zincia get on their feet. I will be selling these pins for a whopping $3 a piece and all proceeds will be given directly to the family.

Losing your child because you can’t find help to avoid homelessness is unacceptable. Turning down KentHOPE when they tried to get the resource building in downtown Kent was a senseless yet deliberate decision on the part of the city and their Chamber of Commerce. These pins are a symbol of what happens when clueless people make decisions that directly affect people they don’t care about. Billy and Zincia’s baby boy, Journey Legatee Robbins would still be with us today if this family could’ve gotten help when they needed it. How many more children will die because there is no resource center for families in the city of Kent?

Let the Mayor’s office, the City Council and the Chamber of Commerce know that they are responsible for the death of an unborn child!

Mayor Suzette Cooke

Office of the Mayor

Mayor@kentwa.gov

(253)-856-5700

 

Kent City Council

CityCouncil@kentwa.gov

(253)-856-5712

 

Andrea Keikkala

Executive Director

Kent Chamber of Commerce

andreak@kentchamber.com

(253)-854-1770, ext. 140

Yesterday an acquaintance said to me “So what have you been up to lately?” I answered “Well so far, I’m trying to help a single mother of a 12-day old baby not sleep in her car tonight or any night since she was told this morning she had to leave a friend’s house asap because he “had his own things going on” therefore she had to leave. When she asked her church for help she was told “We aren’t that kind of a church. We don’t do charity giving”. “Nicole” panicked and was ready to sleep in her car that does not run. If it hadn’t been for a local activist who remembered me, I would’ve never found out about “Nicole”. Right after that,  I helped a pregnant 19 year old mom and her her boyfriend get two nights stay at a local hotel so their two year old won’t be sleeping outside tonight. The only way to do that was to post her situation out on Twitter and Facebook and thankfully, anonymous donors came to their rescue. I met with the owners of the Kona Kai to discuss their empowering youth project through the HALO Foundation and to see what I could do to help their business grow as they have expressed their desire to hire me in a social media capacity. I’ve been meeting and planning with the Reverend Jimmie James about the One Church One House campaign to engage local churches to do more than hand out sandwiches at a local park when people need housing now. In addition, a group of us would like to contact local celebrities to put on a benefit concert at the Showare (or anywhere for that matter) to raise funds to help Kent’s homeless population, especially the youth. While I’m doing all of that, I’m scrambling to find childcare for this new $10 an hour job, look for housing I can’t pay for right now, get maintenance done on the van, call around for a dentist to look at Maggie’s broken tooth, find a vision provider for Ariella but Saturday I hung out with a reporter from the New York Times to let him see what an average day for local homeless youth was like; police harassment included! I stopped by my garden plots to do a little maintenance after somebody let a dog loose through it even though dogs are supposed to be on leashes and not allowed to be in the garden area. Did I leave anything out?” After a long pause my acquaintance friend could only say “Wow….”

Even as I write this I am filling out a childcare application for Maggie. I took Maggie on a tour of the daycare center yesterday after I picked her up from school and Maggie really liked what she saw. The place is super secure and they have their own transportation to and from school. I have to pay a $60 registration fee but I told them I am new to Auburn and I just started a job so how would this work with the $119.00 fee? To my surprise and relief they said if I paid the registration fee, they could work with me on the weekly rate. Only thing is, since this job pays once a month, I’m not sure they will wait that long to get paid so I’m gonna have to come up with funds just to carry us until the first payday. That’s when I’ll know if I can make enough to pay for childcare for a month because I’m being started off at part-time hours …tomorrow! As you are reading this please keep in mind that there’s a lot more going on in the background that I don’t tweet or mention on Facebook. I tweet and post as things are happening because I don’t have the luxury of just posting the most negative thing I can think of. What too many people don’t realize is that I don’t have a lot of time to make things happen. If I miss the window of opportunity while it’s available then it’s another lost chance I can’t afford to keep losing. That’s a fact of homelessness too many don’t get so now you know why I take readers with me to see how life really is; tweet by tweet, post by post. What I do and what I write about is an uncomfortable reality but it is a reality the rest of the world needs to see.

In a perfect world, I would have access to funds that would allow me to run my own charity to directly help the local homeless instead of letting them wither and die while being put on indefinite waiting lists. I would have an income that would put us in permanent housing immediately so I wouldn’t feel like I’m a burden to other people or be put at risk of violent crimes while I’m out here. I would have time to actually enjoy my kids’ childhood. But there’s no such thing as a perfect world and whether observers like it or not, I am living a reality they don’t have a clue about.

So, what have you been up to lately?

Gandalf and Michelle meet

For many, the New Year brings new resolutions and new beginnings. For the homeless, it’s a time of anxiety. For one thing, many wonder if their health will hold out another year while others wonder how long it will take to find permanent housing, a living wage job or enough food to eat for their kids. Then there are the bittersweet “feel good” stories we read about. Many of you have seen my posts about a homeless vet known in the city of Kent as Gandalf. Gandalf has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and knows his time is limited. During Christmas, folks who read about him donated funds to put him into a hotel room for over a week. Within that time, he looked healthier and smiled more often because he had a place to sleep and rest for awhile. I often wondered if Gandalf had any family members to take him in but as I listened to his stories about his life, it became increasingly clear that he had nowhere to be but on the street. I saw a woman on Facebook with the same last name as his so I took a chance and sent her a message. To my surprise she replied saying she had been looking for him. I wanted Gandalf to have a good holiday so I arranged a surprise visit for Michelle to meet her father. She was anxious because she had no idea if he would accept her or what his reaction would be. All in all it turned out to be a good reunion and Michelle was and still is determined to make the most of the time her father has left. A little while ago, she sent me a message saying that Gandalf had called from the hospital and she was on her way to pick him up since he agreed to stay with her for awhile. For these two, it would seem that the New Year means a new beginning to their father and daughter relationship and although it may turn out to be brief, they have a chance to talk and be together before it’s too late.

For the homeless youth in the city, things are just as bad as they ever were and steadily getting worse. Homeless teen Angel became sick with the flu because she lives in a tent with her boyfriend Matt. Once again, donations from readers and supporters got these two into a hotel room for the night and a friend of mine dropped off orange juice, crackers, sandwiches and cold medicine to help them feel better. Angel’s Christmas wish was for a camera so I gave her one. With it, she managed to show what the “campground” looks like on the way to their tent:

 

Here is a picture of the water under the bridge many homeless walk under to get to their tents:

 

And here is what the ground is like for many homeless campers:

 

Hopefully, the homeless youth will get the help they need to lead productive lives but that all depends on whether or not they get the services they need when they need them along with housing. Many programs for homeless youth have been eliminated and youth are finding it exteremely difficult to get jobs especially if they have any kind of record which usually happens when they get desperate for food or money. Add to this the danger of being attacked and robbed for whatever little you do have and it becomes clear why so many youth turn to drugs or violence just to survive.

While I continue to seek better opportunities for myself, I will continue to do what I can to help local homeless youth and well, the homeless population in general.  I never was one for New Year’s resolutions because every day I resolve to do better than the last. I pray good thoughts for you and yours as you travel on a path of self discovery and should you find real happiness along the way, hold on to it for as long as you can. The only things we truly own are the memories we create both good and bad. May the ones you create in the new year be good, may the bad ones be lessons learned but above all, remember how to love.

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Asphalt brown, muddy slick

Rain keeps crying down, crying down

Desperate voice outside my window

Talking ‘bout will he see tomorrow

 

She sees little girls destitute

Sell their bodies to predators

On the loose

 

Gotta do something, she says to herself

Instead of being like everyone else

Tired of watching pretenders

Pretending that they care

 

Behind the driver’s side again

Little boys dancing up ahead

Candy man came and went

Gave them all poison

Locking them up

Inside their heads

 

Pimps of poverty go driving by

Hiding behind city badges

Benevolent incarceration

To

Hide criminalization

Of you

 

And the rain

Keeps

Crying

Down

Gandolf

This is “Gandalf”, also known as “The Colonel” depending on which homeless community you happen to be in out here. I first saw “Gandalf” sitting alone on a park bench at Kent’s Water Park across from the Kent Regional Library this summer. The homeless youth out here dubbed him “Gandalf” because of the long flowing beard and hair he used to have prior to this photo I took of him. Every morning “Gandalf” comes in to the McDonald’s on Auburn Way South to get in out of the rain or freezing cold. Patrons here offer him coffee or a few bucks for a hot sandwich or two. Other patrons mock him and turn their noses up at him as they walk past him, choosing seats as far from him as they can.

Just before the Thanksgiving holiday, I decided to get to know more about “Gandalf” and said hello to him one rainy morning. I listened as he told me about just getting out of the hospital and how he lost his raincoat in the backpack he had that someone stole when he went into the hospital. He had all his worldly possessions in that pack, a well worn bible, his rain coat and some prescriptions given to him while at the hospital. Someone had offered to buy the old timer a cup of coffee which he graciously turned down due to the fact he was sipping on a liter of water to rehydrate his body. He pointed to the i.d. bracelet from the hospital still on his wrist and said he was just released the night before and how the hospital had cut his hair and beard down to its current length.

That’s how coffee with “Gandalf” started. I started meeting him at McDonald’s after dropping my daughter off at school every morning. Sometimes I’d give him a couple of bucks to ride the buses to keep warm at night even though I knew sometimes he’d buy a beer or two with it. I would sit and listen to “Gandalf” tell me about his panhandling adventures and his experiences as a salesman, a marine in Vietnam and the loss of his first wife who died by drunk driver. Then he casually mentioned he had pancreatic cancer and a tumor in his brain and how doctors gave him six days to live yet somehow he managed to live ten days past their expectations. He told me how he never owed a dime to anybody in his life until medical bills for cancer started piling up. Now he owes more than he can ever hope to pay back.

While “Gandalf” spoke, I was thinking about the green backpack in the back of my van that had a bunch of “survival” items in it. I walked outside and rummaged around in the van until I found it and dumped the contents into a plastic grocery sack and put a pair of clean socks in it and gave the pack to “Gandalf” who was so surprised he was speechless. To my way of thinking, what’s a backpack compared to a man who knows he may not be here tomorrow? I asked Gandalf if I could take his picture and again he was surprised. “Why on earth would you want to take a picture of me?” he asked. I told him it was because I could not walk past another human being and not acknowledge them while they were still here. ”Gandalf” scratched his head and smiled. He lowered the hood on his jacket, ran his fingers through his hair
then posed for me.

When Thanksgiving morning arrived, I found “Gandalf” sitting at his usual place near a window in McDonald’s. I asked him if he had someplace to go and he said he just needed bus fare to go to the Calvary church in Federal Way for their Thanksgiving meal. I gave him bus fare and told him I would see him the next day. Friday came and “Gandalf” was nowhere to be seen. Saturday came and went, still no “Gandalf”. I drove behind the Thai restaurant he told me he sometimes slept behind, couldn’t find him. I drove down Auburn Way all the way down to Kent, checking bus stops along the way in case he happened to be sitting on a bench waiting for a bus. Sunday found me driving around looking for him and asking around about him. This is not like “Gandalf” to not show up…

This morning after I dropped my daughter off at school, I went to McDonald’s and spoke to the manager. She told me she knew “Gandalf” as “The Colonel” and she hadn’t seen him since Thanksgiving either. She makes a point to keep an eye on him because of the frequency of his seizures caused by the tumor growing inside his brain. The last time he had a seizure, he was taken to Auburn General Hospital. I called the hospital but they couldn’t look up anyone without a date of birth so I called 911 to file a missing persons report. Officer Christiansen of the Auburn Police Department met me in the parking lot and I showed him a picture of “Gandalf” from my cell phone and he said he recognized “Gandalf”. The officer ran a check on his computer but no one fitting “Gandalf” has been brought in but he would put the word out to the bike cops in the area who know many of the local homeless folks “Gandalf” knows. They might have seen “Gandalf” in the last few days. Officer Christiansen gave me a possible last name and date of birth so I called the hospital back and a very helpful operator said no one by the name I had or date of birth was brought in, nor any John Does by that description.

I called the King County Medical Examiner’s office and they had no unidentified’s from the last week at their facilities. I called Harborview Medical Center and had no luck with them either, so where is “Gandalf”? If anyone has seen him, please let me know via email at indy.inn@hotmail.com. No one deserves to die out on the street.

Please help!

Many homeless folks face criticisms from people who think their perspectives apply to the reality homeless people actually live in. I find this to be true everytime I get an email or comment from someone who accuses me of being selfish for not going to a shelter system I can’t even get into and believe me, I have tried. See the video attached to this blog for a small example of what I’ve been dealing with for several years now. I’ve heard everything from suggestions to dump my kids off to Foster care to turning custody over to other family members. Interestingly enough, these comments tend to come from people who THINK they know my situation and others like mine. First of all, if relatives WANTED to take custody of my kids when they knew I was going to be homeless, I imagine they would’ve have done so by now. Secondly, many of my relatives can barely afford a roof over their heads so taking on more mouths to feed is out of the question.

I find criticisms to be interesting insights into other people’s ignorance about homeless parenting. That being said, I can understand why some people think the way they do. For instance, there are parents out there who shouldn’t be. With the homeless youth I’ve ran into in the city of Kent, I have seen first hand examples of bad parenting or the sheer lack of it. If people took the time to talk with these homeless kids, they’d see that they are much more than stereotypes and they are very much living reasons as to why I can’t just send my kids to Foster care as if that was going to solve the real problem behind our homelessness…..we can’t get out of it! Even if I were to dump my kids into the Foster care system, will that alone put a roof over my head? I talked to my kids about going to Foster care and they refused to. My teen made it clear she would always feel like I gave up on keeping us together as a family. My previous blog was about the shelter system and my experiences in dealing with them so as far as I’m concerned, if a reader still doesn’t get it after that blog, they never will.

There will always be those who presume the worst about what they don’t know, but that’s their problem. For you homeless parents out there doing the best you can to survive, ignore negative people because the only thing they’ll do is invalidate you as a human being. We already know Section 8 is closed to apply for. We already know shelters are closing due to lack of funding. We already know “emergency funds” have been slashed. We already know that many of us don’t get support from family members. We know that jobs are hard to come by and if we do get that job, who can afford childcare if you don’t qualify for childcare assistance? What happens when your expenses to go to work cost more than what the job pays?

Before you jump to conclusions on what you don’t know, get the facts first then ask yourself if it’s worth criticizing.

Ariella and Bryce

If you were on Twitter last night, you may have seen my tweets regarding my oldest daughter, Ariella. You see, this Saturday is her birthday but it is also her high school’s homecoming dance. While watching her peers pick out dresses and talk about going to the dance, my teen fell into a depression she tries to hide. I know she wants to go but because she’s embarrassed about our financial situation, she’s been telling everyone she doesn’t want to go. I know that look in her eyes because I’ve seen it too many times before, it’s the one where she’s resigned herself to another missed birthday and another school function she can’t afford to go to. I didn’t want to post anything on Facebook and risk her finding out about it but then I got an idea today. She hardly ever looks at my blogs so putting this blog on my page might go unnoticed by her, ha ha ha!

Going to the dance will be a two-fold project for me as it isn’t my daughter who needs to have a break from homeless life. There’s a boy I’ve been helping ever since he got abandoned at a Kent, Washington gas station by a relative. He’s been camping out in the woods with the tent and sleeping bag I got for him and he’s been getting a lot of help from the good folks at Auburn Youth Resources. Thanks to their efforts, “Strey” will soon be housed and thank goodness it will be before the winter sets in! “Strey” and my daughter met and hit it off almost immediately. They have a lot in common and they even think alike! I am impressed with him because he asked my permission to date my daughter and unbeknown to her, he’s been trying to figure out a way to make sure she goes to the dance on her birthday but at four hours a week at a local restaraunt, he can barely afford to eat and he isn’t getting any more hours. “Strey” has decided that taking my daughter out this Saturday is more important than the part-time minimum wage job he has so he told me that he was calling them this morning to tell them he won’t be working there any longer.

I got donations last night and this morning to help me buy fabric and notions for my daughter’s “dream” dress but now I have to worry about “Strey”. I believe someone is helping him with a tux but I think it’s customary for the guy to buy the girl a corsage or something? Forgive my ignorance but I have never been to a dance so I’m pretty much guessing as I go! My brother asked about transportation and I said if nothing else, I could drive them to the dance in my van since going to the dance was all they were hoping for.

I am writing this blog from a McDonald’s while waiting for the local JoAnne’s Fabric Store to open so that I can get everything needed for Ariella’s dress. I will be working as fast as I can on it since I can only work on it when the kids are in school as this is supposed to be a big surprise for my teen. If everything goes right, this will be a night to remember for my daughter and her date!

A big thank you to all of you who have been donating to make these two kids one night dream come true. I haven’t always been able to give my daughter what she wanted or even what she needed when I worked two jobs and things only got worse when we became homeless but I can sew and I can give her this dress.

Happy Birthday, Ariella!

 

I spent the last few days just talking and letting “Legion” talk. It’s time the city of Kent does more than talk…