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And then I asked him to stop calling me.
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 620314" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I wish we could check on you in person, Echo. Like a neighborhood watch or something. Just for an instant, just to really be there, warm and breathing and able to feel what you feel because we have been there, too. </p><p></p><p>I love the Valentine's balloon on your coffee cup. That's perfect!</p><p>I hope the coffee was delicious, too.</p><p></p><p>I love coffee.</p><p></p><p>Your SO is very brave, to have gone into the homeless areas like that. He must love you, and difficult child, very much. It made me sad, to read about the cupcakes.</p><p></p><p>My daughter was homeless last winter, Echo. She lived through twenty and thirty below zero nights, and survived a three day blizzard. She called, crying and cold, just before the blizzard hit. She wanted a hotel room. Said her feet were freezing. We said no. She kept calling and we turned off the phone. The next morning, we felt so strung out we decided we would detach after we got home, and pay for a room for her, for now. Turned out she had been blacklisted. There was nothing we could do. </p><p></p><p>The homeless people...I don't know how they do it. But mostly, they do manage to form little communities. Our daughter said they check on each other, note who is missing, search until they find him or her. </p><p></p><p>I hope this helps, Echo. Last winter was such a desperate time for us. Between the violence and the drinking, the drug use and the cold, we were sure she was going to die. She was in Intensive Care twice last winter, once or twice, last summer. One of those times was from the accident. The other three were drug or alcohol overdoses.</p><p></p><p>She came through it, Echo. </p><p></p><p>She sounds like such a hardened, terrible person. She isn't, Echo. She's alot like me. She has four kids. It's heartbreaking. Two and years ago at this time, she was an excellent math teacher, committed to and so caring of, her students.</p><p></p><p>These things helped me:</p><p></p><p>It helped me to envision her in the palms of God's hands. It helped me to repeat the Serenity Prayer, especially when I had trouble sleeping. It helped me to know there was a shelter available, and that she could have gone there, but refused. It helped me to post here...but mostly, nothing helped.</p><p></p><p>I made it through, Echo. You will make it through this terrible, rotten, stinking, pointless, stupid time, too.</p><p></p><p>I'm so sorry this happened to you, Echo.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 620314, member: 17461"] I wish we could check on you in person, Echo. Like a neighborhood watch or something. Just for an instant, just to really be there, warm and breathing and able to feel what you feel because we have been there, too. I love the Valentine's balloon on your coffee cup. That's perfect! I hope the coffee was delicious, too. I love coffee. Your SO is very brave, to have gone into the homeless areas like that. He must love you, and difficult child, very much. It made me sad, to read about the cupcakes. My daughter was homeless last winter, Echo. She lived through twenty and thirty below zero nights, and survived a three day blizzard. She called, crying and cold, just before the blizzard hit. She wanted a hotel room. Said her feet were freezing. We said no. She kept calling and we turned off the phone. The next morning, we felt so strung out we decided we would detach after we got home, and pay for a room for her, for now. Turned out she had been blacklisted. There was nothing we could do. The homeless people...I don't know how they do it. But mostly, they do manage to form little communities. Our daughter said they check on each other, note who is missing, search until they find him or her. I hope this helps, Echo. Last winter was such a desperate time for us. Between the violence and the drinking, the drug use and the cold, we were sure she was going to die. She was in Intensive Care twice last winter, once or twice, last summer. One of those times was from the accident. The other three were drug or alcohol overdoses. She came through it, Echo. She sounds like such a hardened, terrible person. She isn't, Echo. She's alot like me. She has four kids. It's heartbreaking. Two and years ago at this time, she was an excellent math teacher, committed to and so caring of, her students. These things helped me: It helped me to envision her in the palms of God's hands. It helped me to repeat the Serenity Prayer, especially when I had trouble sleeping. It helped me to know there was a shelter available, and that she could have gone there, but refused. It helped me to post here...but mostly, nothing helped. I made it through, Echo. You will make it through this terrible, rotten, stinking, pointless, stupid time, too. I'm so sorry this happened to you, Echo. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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