In 2005 when hurricane Katrina hit Louisiana, my family and I evacuated to Texas. When we return home from a long and arduous journey, my neighbor who—was in her eighties— saw me outside and asked if I had applied for hurricane relief assistance. I told her no because we did not get any damages. She gave me the information and insisted that I called anyway. She asserted, “it does not matter how long it takes for someone to answer, don’t hang up!”
I obeyed her command and stayed on the line and was qualified for recommended funds. She called the following day to inquire if I had gotten through, and I told her yes and thanked her. A few weeks afterwards, I was coming from church one Sunday, and she was outside trying to clean her yard. I went up to her and offered to help her, but she was too independent to accept. However, I persisted and assisted her anyway. From that day onward we became really close friends. On a weekly basis, I would assist her with her financial, physical, spiritual, and emotional needs.
In her later years when she was unable to actively move around, I became her advocate when the city was about to condemn her home because someone called to inform them that her property was deplorable. Fortunately, the call was regarding her garage and not her house. I reached out to the neighborhood watch association for assistance. And thankfully, we all came together to help and get rid of her garage to prevent the city from putting a lien on her house. She expressed her gratitude for my help, but asserted that she is worried that her grandson would not be able to stay in the house after she died because he is unable to keep up with the house expenses.
So, her grandson listed the house for sale. It went on the market on Thursday; I made an offer on Friday afternoon; my agent presented the offer that same evening. It was not accepted because he wanted to get other offers for comparison. However, that same evening he called me to inform me that his grandmother might not make it through the night. Right away, I went to see her, but she was already unconscious with labored breathing. And as faith would have it, he had to accept the offer before she died.
Thankfully, with the assistance from a kind and supportive husband, I was able to acquire the house which is now the home that provides accommodation to help young adults to find their inner strength and become self-actualized. Every day that I enter the premises I feel the presence of my 94 year old guardian angel guiding me through this arduous but fulfilling process. Please help prevent young adults’ homelessness in Terrebonne and Lafourche Parish by donating now.