Come to find out even if the individuals in the office of the Maple tree apartments took the rent money, they wouldn't accept personal checks, which was what we had a personal check made out to the Maple Tree apartments!!! It would seem we were set up to fail, so we had to devise yet another plan (sometimes there is no plan just a string of events and possible opportunities that one must be quick enough on their feet to grab!)
So, with no money and I do mean none except this check that would seem to be worthless at that moment, I asked to Tjj to call her family and see if they could help bottom line not a aunt, uncle, daddy, grandma, or cousin could help. I was devastated not only on my behalf but on my mothers behalf because once again she had to relive that feeling of nobody caring about her, especially the ones who should care, her family. Now I understand maybe not being able to have hundreds of dollars but even western unioning 30$ would have helped in this situation, we could have rented out a Uhaul truck! I hurt for my family, for all of us because I know the feeling of being unwanted and that nobody cares. I wish I could take away that pain, but I can't. However, thats why we isolate ourselves from everyone, NO ONE is going to continual hurt us or make us feel less than worthy, WE WON'T ALLOW IT!
So we had to think quickly we tried cash to payday and that didn't work, "quick, quick, quick, time is running out!", the only viable option is this check that is made out to the apartments. I get to thinking why can't we make it out to one of us and deposited it into my sister's bank account. Lord we spent about 2 or 3 hours debating if it was ethical or legal to do this! I had to be quick (sometimes it takes me a second to make sense of things but sometimes in extreme situations I can be brilliant lol) I said lets call the individual and tell them what we are about to do (being ethical), then explain to the bank that our apartments can not accept personal checks (true), and make it out to one of us and get it cashed. Oh my gosh, I have never seen my lil sis act so chicken, she was freaking out. I was like "take me to jail because I don't have anything to loose!!" (this cracks me up, I was ready to ride or die, and its hard to get me on board to do anything crazy!) I guess when your back is against the wall either you crumble or you push back and I wasn't about to turn into ruins, I started bucking like a wild animal being cornered..." You'll never take me alive!"
Finally we arrive at the bank and we explain what has happened to the teller, the teller asks her manager and my sister is in the back seat like "Oh my gosh, they are gonna get the police!" I told her to "shhh play it cool" , well God was really on our side, they cashed the check and for a brief moment we could breathe! So with money in hand we go through the application process of finding a new apartment, well we had to wait an hour for approval. So, while we were waiting we went to the Uhaul store and successfully rented one out, (my sister's friend had lent her the money for Uhaul, 100$ and thank God for her because it came out to be about that much, I don't have any friends who would have been able to loan me money, sad but true.) now the problem is who is gonna drive that BIG BOY (the uhaul truck) well there wasn't much choice my sister had her license so just jumped right on in and pulled off the lot! (Thank Goodness we had some experience with some sort of truck, we use to drive an ole beat up suburban, or else we might have been screwed!)
Eventually, we got the keys to our apartment in our hands which was also a HUGE blessing because usually you can't get into an apartment on the same day, that was nothing but God. So now its time to pack and move, I realize we needed some more people to help us out, there was just now way that the three of us would be able to accomplish all of this. I tell ya when Oprah said life or God speaks to you in whispers, she was telling the truth and I say this because at that very moment when I was thinking moving was impossible, my teacher emailed me and asked "if I was alright" because I had missed 3 classes in row. I could have lied and said I was fine but something compelled me to tell her the truth and that I was in a real pickle and needed help. She told me "never be too proud to ask for help" and then proceeded to give me some classmates numbers that might could help me. Her words of encouragement helped me suck up my proud and just ask everyone I could gets my hands on, only one person was able to help at that time. She just happened to be a friend I let stay at my house once before. She didn't ask me any questions and without hesitation agreed to help me move! I was so touched because I know how super busy she is with all her classes but she helped me without even batting an eye!
It was now 5pm and we didn't finishing moving until about 3am, I had to take me friend back to her dorms, I had kept her out way too late but with her help almost everything was packed up. We had managed to move 6 beds, a sofa, a deep freezer, a washing machine and dryer!!! I felt like we were some real super women, some of this stuff was impossible heavy but we did it! My poor mom had almost gone 24 hours without sleeping and still had to go back to work that evening, however she and my sister went back to the old apartments to finish getting all the little stuff while I went to sleep as I had to get up for school at 8:30 and not to mention somebody had to stay and watch over the boys.
By 8:30 am they were back in our new place passed out from exhaustion, stuff everywhere but there was relief knowing we wouldn't be homeless on this night!
Now what I have I learned from this experience? I learned that we must stay sharp and handle what must be handled first and if we go a day or two or maybe three without eating then so be it, I'd rather be hungry with no lights than be homeless!----------------------------------------------------------------------------
******************incomplete thought***********************************************
No comments:
Post a Comment