On Friday May 7, 2012, I posted a blog titled “Squatter Equals Headache.” Today I want to post and tell you what a whining, non-tolerant person I turned out to be. If you would go back and read that post you will have a better idea of what I am talking about.
Basically, we bought a house that we couldn’t move into because the man who had lived here for over ten years, was left behind by his geriatric girlfriend of eighteen years. She loaded her belongings and moved to California. Friends of their’s finally loaded this man up and put his things in storage. Since he agreed to it, we saw this as a good thing.
Long story short we made the man homeless. He is 87 years old and walking the streets of Sapulpa. He has dementia with a servere case of Sundowner Syndrome. It broke my heart to realize what was happening to the man. He lost everyone and everything in his world. He’d received ten ousand dollars from his girl-friend for the sale of the house. He had that less than twenty-four hours before he lost it. His truck was impounded by the police and he had no idea where it was.
My husband and I were fighting because I wanted to bring the man back to the house and take care of him but my family through a fit. They considered the man a danger to himself and others. Oh, did I leave out the fact he kept a pistol on him all the time.
I began praying that somehow the man would be helped. The wonderful news is he was. I found out our neighbor called the girlfriend in California and told her excatly what was going on. I am thinking her own guilt got the best of her, because in two weeks she was here. She got the man, took him to the doctor and then back to California with her. I have no idea what will happen now, but I know he is better off. As far as all of his belongings, everything was auctioned off at the storage facility for unpaid storage.
You never know how something you do will affect another human being. Never in a million years would I have thought I would have any part in making a person homeless. I can’t say that anymore. All I can do now is thank God for answering my prayers, and leave the man in God’s hands.