The Eviction...

Waking up to the banging on my door and not understanding what the heck was going on the county marshall announced that I had to leave the permise. The marshall would not listen to me when I ask to put on my street clothes, instead with just a robe, winter coat and the few items that i could grab I was put out on the street. Crying with nowhere to go I asked family members after family members could they help me. "No!" was the reply I recieved from all of them. I ended up staying with neighbors I did not know and they were the kindness people I ever met.

My neighbors helped me through the eviction by taking me to places that could help me and by giving me shelter until I could gain access to my apartment again. All I can say that I heard people say that family sometimes are the last to help and in my situation I come to believe it's true but I also believe that people are in the same boat as I am and at that moment in time maybe they couldn't help me.

Being evicted is no laughing matter and I wouldn't wish this upon anyone. I learned a lesson and I will always be grateful to the neighbors who out of the kindness of their hearts lended a hand and helped me through my darkest days of my life!