My Story

First, let me say thank you for caring:

Thank you!

My story is a lot to share and comes with many enemies along the way. Few and far between are well-liked people who become this level of homeless. You are likely to hear rumors about me and some of them may even be partially true. Most of them will be false or exaggerations. I have been in horrible circumstances and God has been right there with me every step of the way. I assure you I am alright with God and he does shine through, every chance he has. I was brave enough to put my face on the website, knowing people will try to attack and cyber bully me. I am brave enough to have kept knitting through homelessness. 

I became homeless following driving rideshare, which ultimately set me back about $100 000. Just recently, lost everything that survived the eviction with having to give up my storage unit as well. I knew the moment I got evicted my opportunities to have a stable home life were entirely done for anyway. My options have been a rent-a-room, subsidy housing or keep staying in my car. I couldn't even keep people from breaking in to my home in market rent. If I had done either of the first two, it would have just been another way to traumatize me worse with the next eviction. None of those options offer stability or safety. 

I have had help and lots of it these last 2 years and that has given me the chance to keep knitting at all. 

My mom died in 2021 and I still haven't been able to afford to carry out her afterlife wishes. Right now, I am off work with almost no possessions at all. Every day that passes, is one day less my car will make the trip. The car was nearly 500 000 kms by the time I even stopped driving rideshare (that'll tell you just how hard I really was working) and has an oil leak, a coolant leak and 4 bald winter tires on it. How I sleep, is on a mattress I bought when I drove long-haul, for in the truck. It is not classy. It is not easy. Absolutely everything, costs money. 

I will never be able to express how angry I am that this happened to me. I did not deserve it, regardless what anyone says. That anger has not made me violent or abusive and that is God's grace at work. 

If you read all that and still want to help, I thank you and I would like to send you a dishcloth to show you, you are part of something special.