1st-Thanks so much for any donation to help my mom.
When I was 8 years old, within 1 month my entire family died. 1sr my uncle that lived with us, then my grandparents who also lived with me and mom...and then my Mom died . I was grabbed from school by my drug addicted adult sister and she hid me at her house while she began selling everything from my house.
Although I was just 8, I knew what she was doing and the Only reason she got me so fast was to get anything of value from my house to sell for drugs. She wasn’t allowed to come over when mom was alive because she stole and also mistreated me. I was helpless, hungry, scared, alone and locked in a Stinky room with poo filled caged Reptiles and rabbits.
i just thought they would kill me after they’d stolen everything. It seemed almost seemed better than living with them. This was the longest 3 days of my life. I didn’t know God had different plans for me and my future.
Since all my family was old or sick I only went to school on average 2 days a week. I couldn’t read or write. My clothes were all many sizes too small, our bathrooms were broken so I was calling smelly and stupid by other kids. So not going to school was fine with me. I had been “labeled” with ever learning disability know to mankind. So in my8 year old head I had no possible way to ever escape a fate worse than death, living with my sister and brother in law.
On day 3, a lady that did repairs on my moms store and sometimes at our house , rescued me! My real mom knew what my sister would do, so she had papers that gave me to the lady I knew as “Liz”. I was so happy when the door to my smelly room open and she said,” come on Marshall, I’m taking you home with me”.
i had stayed with Liz if my mom had to go the doctor Or on Halloween she’d take me trick or treating. I was glad she wasn’t a total stranger but I had no idea what would happen next. She didn’t know mom left me to her until she got a letter in mail from my mom the day after she had died.
The next few month we went to court a lot . I became a perfect attendance student, she got me tons of tutors, counselors, clothes, food and for the 1st time in my life I had my own room! I was no longer the school joke called “smelly”. She has been there for me every day , no matter what. My new family took me out of public school and paid for me to go to a Private Christian School through my sophomore year. I became very active in the chorus and my family realized I had a gift. I auditioned for Nashville School of Arts Coral Conservatory and was accepted and graduated this summer.
Why is all this important? My ‘mom’ is the most kind hearted, generous, caring, honest, and hardest working person I know . She always helps people even when I know she is exhausted. She’s taught me nothing in life is free, you must have integrity, ethics, morals, and God! The way you treat others is very important. So always be nice and kind to everyone you meet because you never know what the future holds. Her story is not mine to tell, but I can tell she has worked hard for everything the had and kept all her belongings like new. Always cleaning and putting them back in their boxes, etc after each use. She taught me to take care of your things and they’ll last a life time. Mom gave me more than a roof over my head, she’s given me knowledge and always set examples for me to follow. She provided me a Home, love, family, opportunities, education, and something I never had ...a future.
Unfortunately, 9 months ago a family member needed a place to start over. He’d lost everything to alcohol..family, possessions etc. I didn’t think it was unusual because when moms grandma hurt her back , mom got her and she stayed with us 5 years..she passed away in October at age 95. She was my moms best friend. Anyway, the ‘drunk’ as I now call him, showed up and at first it was good. He helped mom with heavy stuff and general odds and ends. Then mom got sick and spent over a month in the hospital then 3 more at home recovering..The drunk was supposed to be tidying up our storage barns and basement..
Then it seemed things were coming up missing..we immediately changed all the locks, got ALL my moms tools, supplies, materials,back in order. I can’t tell you how many tools and materials etc. she had worked for just over the past 10 years I’ve been here, not to mention prior to being my mom. There wasn’t one thing mom couldn’t do and had the tools to do it, and she did!
Just before my 19th birthday in July, we noticed many of the material bins were either empty or filled with Garbage,,really garbage. Since everything waslocked, no one ever has access to moms garage andstorage buildings, we knew it was him and he knew he was caught and was told to get out.
Furious over what we thought was small thievery, mom and I spent the next 3 days reorganizing one side of the garage, we had already done this to all of her work tools, bins, cabinets . Sadly, All our mechanic tools, motorcycle gear and tons of new car and motorcycle parts we were going to install before I start college were gone! Nothing but empty boxes, empty bins, empty tool chest, even the filing cabinet filled with the manuals for everything she had ever purchased was empty. He had destroyed everything but worse he took our feelings of safety l
That was it, mom didn’t want my 19th birthday to be all about wha5 he’d stolen, so she took me on a 2 day trip for my birthday. The return home was awful.
The drunks last night here, Realizing he’d been caught, he took EVERY SINGLETOOL, EVERY NAIL, SANDBLOCK, SHOVEL, PAINTING TOOLS, ELECTRICAL TOOLS, TAPE MEASURES, ALL OUR MOTORCYCLE GEAR, even Our KITCHEN UTENSILS and COFFEE cups.. and the list is growing every day.. I’ve never seen My Mom Cry, except when her grandma died. And now she doesn’t even get up till noon so she doesn’t upset the calmness in the house.
Her words to me were: “I am so sorry I allowed “satin” into our life and home. ‘ please don’t let this situation hurt your faith in God. We will get through this..
Well, mom had to buy. Hammer just to hang me a clock on the wall for Me . This Cruel person, my mom opened her heart and home to, has stolen and violated Every box, drawer, closet, jewel box, photo albums, toolboxes and on and on and on. I hear mom crying and I know exactly how she feels..I watched my sister empty my home of everything when I was 8 and couldn’t do anything about it....
I just heard mom on the pho and the insurance won’t even cover enough tools forher to work. I hear her praying and it’s the same thing night after night
“ Lord, I have never felt this hopeless but I know you will heal this pain and restore our home. I know it’s just stuff and Even though I have no way to make a living I know you’ll watch over our family. Only you know why he destroyed our home, our belongings, and all the things i held dear . It’s all gone or mangled beyond recognition and every box I look for or open is vandalized, empty or filled with garbage. Lord give me strength to put the pieces back together. I know you can restore.. I just don’t understand How anyone could be so jealous and mean? Please guide me through this, and help me with the strength to one day forgive . I know all things are possible through you...”
Mom wants me to do my best in college and is doing her best to keep things calm for me..she’s already had to to turn down work due to no tools etc. even worse, she can’t even remodel my bathroom because the drunk stole all her tools and then damaged all the materials she had purchased for it, he did that on my birthday!
I have never seen Mom with out a sparkly of joy in her eyes. She always faces things looking at the good side rather than bad. She’s the neighbor that’s always lending free help refusing money from any of our senior neighbors or her grandma friends.
This entire situation makes me feel 8 years old again. Hopeless and unable to do anything to make the situation better. So I’m asking for your help..Something Mom rarely if ever does..
I know everyone is going through their own tough time because of COVID, but if you could find it in your heart to make a donation it would mean the world to me. All things are possible through Christ & I’m praying together we can help the lady that help me. I now call her Mom.