Prepper's Blind Alley

Well, hello. It sure has been a long haul folks. Talk about being prepared.
I am not saying this can happen to anybody, as I seem to have a particular
knack for getting into trouble like some nineteen-year old boy.. well you
who have those know what I mean. On November 4th, I was out of my mother’s
house not realizing quite that I was about to journey somewhere totally
different. I spent one week in the Holiday Inn as far as my funds would take
me, and a friend kindly paid my phone bill as I desperately searched for a
solution not quite resolved that I was leaving the state. This is the second
time Massachusetts has done its best to kick me out. Life seems to have many
strange turns doesn’t it? I thought I was prepared for anything except this
circumstance. The last Sunday, I spent the last weekend really, with
friends. One who came to see me the other who took me to dinner….actually
both took me out. I almost don’t recall what I had as all thoughts were on
my situation. On the sixteenth I went to Logan airport and took a flight to
Indiana where some of our kind preppers took me in with my guide dog Harpo
who is with me. It is an adventure, and I suppose I have to view this in
that way since the alternative would have been that our country would have
seen the first blind beach bum in Florida. If you think you are prepped for
everything, think again. I have some things in storage in Massachusetts, and
some here, and hope to get all here soon via other friends bailing me
out…a couple of good cab drivers rented a u-haul to get my stuff and
mother’s here in Indiana, and still, there is stuff left in Mass. for them
to ship, so again worry about cash…. I am not sure where I go from here
except there is one appointment with the local rehabilitation agency to see
if I can either get work or housing of my own…meanwhile, it is here on the
farm where there are kind folks and loads of animals here…It really came
to the point I had few choices as I looked for six hundred apartments on the
weekend before I left which were supposed to be subsidized, but there were
no openings anywhere. I also went to five agencies in Boston where they all
passed the buck….three agencies for the disabled, and two housing
agencies. This took all day, but no results that were favorable were to be
had. I was really quite discouraged to think that all that cash I spent to
go in was for absolutely nothing and nobody cared that I was going to be
homeless including the shiftless trustee for my mother’s accounts. She is no
good, and currently holds all our mail….and I reported her to mailing
inspectors this week. I wish I could have done more done something to the
lawyer who appointed this incompetent. Anyway, we are safe, and much thanks
goes to my prepper friends in Indiana, and all of you for supporting us.
Also special Thanks big to Steve Quayle who told me years ago to save with
gold which I cashed in to get me out of my situation and here to
Indiana….If Steve hadn’t said that I should for worse times, then I would
now be out on the streets. Also big thanks to tom who found this farm and
the folks who have been kind to me…Thanks again to all. Alleycat on my
camp cot with Harpo at my feet.