This Is My Home. Or I Guess I Should Say Was My Home. Before The Flood Came And Took It All Away From Me And My Son. It Was A Building We Called Our Home From God. Because We Didn’t Have Anywhere To Go Before We Had Got This Building. Me And My Sons Dad Had What Most People Would Call A Toxic Relationship, One That Consisted Of Him Coming Home High And Drunk And Beating The Crap Outta Me Every Day. He Used To Not Be That Way, At One Point I Would’ve Even Told You That He Loved Me, Til One Day He Didnt. Long Story Short I Couldn’t Live Like That Anymore Nor Could I Allow My Son To Have To Watch Me Be Done Like That By His Father. So I Packed All Of Our Stuff That We Needed Most Into Two Suitcases tied them together, Grabbed My Son In One Arm and The Suitcases In The Other And Took Off Walking One Day While His Father Was Working Scared To Death That At Any Moment He Might Come Driving Down The Road And See Me But I Walked Anyways. Finally After Walking Two Miles A Little Old Man Stopped And Asked If I Wanted A Ride. At First I Wanted To Say No Cause I Was Scared Of Getting Rides From Strangers But I Looked At My Son And Saw How Tired He Was And I Was Do Worn Out From Packing Him And Pulling Those Suitcases I gave In And Excepted His Offer. He Gave Us A Ride To The Police Station And I Got An EPO On My Sons Father Right Then. The Little Old Man That Gave Me A Ride, To My Suprise, Was Still Sitting Outside When I Walked Outta The Police Station. I Had Assumed That He Had Already Went About His Own Life And Left And I Was Racking My Brain Tryna Figure Out What I Was Gonna Do Next, But There He Was Still Sitting In His Truck With A Big Ol Smile On His Face. He Jumped Out And Said Well Ma’am Was You Able To Find The Help You Needed Here?? I shook My Head Yes And Said Thank You Once Again For Bringing Me Here. He Asked What I Was Going To Do Next And If I Had Anywhere To Go And I Told Him I Didn’t Know. I Didn’t Have Any Family or Friends That I Could Stay With. He Had Shut Me Away From The World And Singled Me Out. The old man Looked At Me And Said Well Would You And Your Son Like To Come Have Dinner With Me And My Wife Tonight, She’s A Real Good Cook And Since We Ain’t Able To Have Any Kids Of Our Own I Just Know She Would Love To Meet Your Boy. Once Again I Was Scared To Say Yes But I Looked At My Son Who Had Fallen Asleep In My Arms While In The Police Station Still Unsure Of How I Was Going To Feed Him And Agreed To Having Supper With Him And His Wife. Turns Out That Old Man And His Wife We’re My saving Grace. We Ended Up Spending The Night In Their Spare Room And When I Had Woke Up The Next Day They Had Surprised Me With A Building They Had On Their Property That They Hadn’t Used In A Few Years. It Needed A Lot Of Work But It Was A Safe Place That I Could Call Home And At That Point It Was The Most Relief I Had In A Long Time. About 2 Years Later The Old Mans Wife Passed Away, And It Didn’t Take Long After That For The Old Man To Pass Away Himself. Some Day He Died Of Old Age, I Think He Had Lost The Love Of His Life And Grieved Himself To Death. I Didn’t Know What To Do. That Was The First Time I Had To Be Completely Alone In 2 years. I was Scared To Death. I Talked To The Preacher At The Church We Had Been Going To With The Old Man And His Wife And He Had told Me That The Only Way I Could Fail Was If I Didn’t Even Try. And That Hit Home With Me It’s Been My Motto Every Day Since. So I got a job and worked my butt off everyday. Luckily for me they had a daycare built on to the building where I worked for people who were employed there and worked a lot of overtime and I could stop in and see my son as many times a day as I wanted to. And when I say lucky I mean lucky cause it was just as hard for him to be without me as it was for me. But we made it. He made a lot of friends and he was what drove me to get up and go everyday. The smile on his face was worth everything. But then a year later they had to let all of their employees go and shut the business down turns out the people who ran the place went bankrupt and had to retire. Which came as a surprise to all of us cause you never would have thought they had a problem with debt. I was outta work. But that was the least of my worries I just didn’t know it yet. About 2 months after the devastating news of being outta work we had gotten a severe weather alert about strong storms with strong gusts of winds. But we always had those considering we lived in an area that was well known for raining a lot, so we none paid any attention to it and just went about our day as usual. But when the rain hut, man it hit hard and without remorse. I had never seen it rain so long and so hard in my life. It didn’t take long for the creek behind the house to rise and get up in the back yard. There for a few hours the water had for the most part remained in the back yard. But when the rain had finally let off, that’s when the creek backed up and the water made it’s way to our building. I remember sitting In the living room part of our building and hearing what sounded to me like someone had turned the sink on to just a drip and then all at once the water came rushing in. I remember grabbing my son Aiden up and putting him on top of a tall table by the wall and started picking up the extension cords off the floor that we had running to the lamps and stuff so we didn’t get electrocuted on the way outta the house, I heard my son screaming in fear as the water kept rushing in even harder, and ran and grabbed him off the table and ran out the door and up thru the yard to the back porch of the old man’s house that was vacant and the water hadn’t reached yet. We sat and watched our house be taken over by the water and everything we had was ruined. I cried my eyes out as I pictured everything that we had, all my son’s favorite toys, the food, ours clothes the bed, everything being submerged in water, but when I thought about how I didn’t know where we was gonna go and how I didn’t have anyone that would help us, I just lost it and started bawling my eyes out. Once again I felt like I had failed my son. That was last december. It’s been 8 months since the flood now, and Ever since that day I have been living in an abandoned house at night time and get up every morning and go to my preachers house for breakfast. I don’t let him know that I’m homeless tho because I’m humiliated. Just the fact that I’m here on this phone I borrow from my preachers son begging for help is so hard for me to do, but at this point I’m pretty desperate. I can’t keep living like this. Please help me.