Update on mom's crowdfunder
Omg!!! Yay!!!
The page is now listed on gofundme's website and able to get more web traffic!!!
I cried I'm so excited.
I BELIEVE this can happen!!
I know it. If this does really work, I have big thoughts about things I might do in the future. Good things.
But, mostly, I know that my mom is the most, down to earth, caring, person who has tried to to be good to others, to help them when they are down, to be a friend and do so much to make others smile or help them feel better. She has always been the one who takes in people who need a place to stay, cooked a huge pot of jambalaya to sell plates to raise money for someone, the one who made, and custom frosted two hundred cupcakes to bring to a church get together about once a month. My mom held pog competitions for the entire neighborhood every Sunday under our porch for free, only makin money from the pogs, slammers, pickles, and nachos the other kids bought, enough to by supplies for the next week, just so her four kids could enjoy the summer when she didnt have the money. My mom was so hurt the day my fathers murderer was convicted of manslaughter instead of first degree murder, that I came home to turned over furniture, appliances knocked over, bookshelves toppled, a waterbed kicked apart. I found her sitting in my dads closet full of his stuff, unchanged since the day he died, now several years later, wrapped in his old shirt, crying. She sat in state funded hospitals with four children for hours for her four year old daughter to have more tests to see why she had seizures. (<-- terrible sentence.)
No one has EVER stood by her. She has three children who speak to her, one that put her out this past year becuase her boyfriend didnt like my mom. And she does not have a single family member living, or friend left who has been around since I was a child, or a teen, or maybe een more than the past five years. My mom is human an make mistakes, but she isn't a drunkard, or a junkie, or a thief. She constantly puts too much of her life and her self on the line for people who are willing to do even half as much for her. She needs to be needed. She's loud and laughs at everything. And she never gives up on people. Not even if you refuse to speak to her or tell her where you love or if you are alive or let know anything about her grandchildren for almost 12 years.
Didnt mean to write an exposition, but you know, no one in the world knows my mom better than I do or longer than I have. I have seen her at her worst. And it got pretty bad. But I have seen her at her best so much more than I have seen her bad and so much better than so many other people I have known.
If you know my mom for more than an hour, she will sit through your worst night on earth with a steady supply of warm tea or coffee, maybe a shot of rum, and an ear to listen and arms to hold you, and advice (well intended of course), and Kleenex. She will put a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch, your tear streaked face peaceful when the morning rays shine on the horizon. She is aggravating and infuriating and nosy. I determined that well by the time I was fourteen. She will also give her last five dollars to someone if they need it.
I can't stand the thought of her spending one more minute alone, afraid, and unsure of her future. She has spent most of her adult life feeling just that. Even some murders who do 25 to life, get paroled over 25 years. They get to start thier life over. They get to try again. Since the day my dad died, 22 years my mom has been living this life. People don't help her. People never have. I am ashamed I was once one of those people. I don't have any money right now, going through bankruptcy myself. It's been a hard year. But if I had it, I would give it.
Mom lived with me for a year, on my couch, in my living room, refusing to take any other room away from anyone in the house, making do. She cooked and cleaned and helped me so much that sometimes her help wasn't wanted. Moms can be that way. We talked and planned and worked on how to get her stable and everything fell through. She felt awful that she was intruding on us, disrupting our lives no matter how many times I said she wasn't. I feel awful that she felt that way.
I didn't ask her to leave. I didn't want her to and I expressed my concerns. But you know, my mom believed someone needed her, that she could "be of use there and give us back our living space". She left. Within a month, they put her on the street after they spent her entire disabaility check for the month. Literally, called the cops. Her life is a series of events like this. Right, pushing this page down people's proverbial throats :/ is about all I can do to help. But, I don't ever want my mom to feel alone or lost again.
Accomplishing this will be five steps closer to her family, in the door of her own place to live, and the first step on the road to success, financial independence, freedom from children, and personal fullfillment. And if we don't accomplish this, my mom will be trying to find another homeless shelter to stay in until we come up with another plan. At least until she or someone else comes up with the money to get her moved somewhere near or with someone she knows.
Yes. A lot of people have problems. I know. And no ones problems are more important than another's, I know. But I wonder if everyone in the world who had money starting looking for ways to give to those who don't .... If perhaps the economy, the social classes, the good vs bad... Maybe it would all level out. Dollar by dollar. In fact, I think that's probably the concept ad genius behind "crowdfunding". Those who have give a little to those who don't. Saving lives, making dreams come true, changing the world one project, one moment, one act of kindness at a time. Think about this: what if the next $5 you spend helps someone in a big way??? How would you feel about that?? Or you could buy another latte, or case of soda, or extra value menu meal. Just one $5 bill.
And that is where my thoughts of the future come in... Which I will save for another time. My fingers are cramping sooo bad. And your eyes are probably tired of reading.