Tuesday, October 11, 2016

If You Can, Please Help Me Help This Vet

I was having dinner with the Peas – Sweet and Grand – when a “neighbor” called.  During the summer I had observed Neighbor bobbing and weaving on unsteady feet, carrying many grocery bags in the heat of the day, as I entered the gate to our community.   He appeared to be near collapse.  It’s quite a walk from the gate to even the first building and it turned out that his is well beyond mine.  I stopped and suggested he put his many bags in the back seat and let me drive him as close to his door as possible.  He was really having a hard time.   

I remember that after arriving at his building, he sat in the car for a very long time.  The A/C was running high and I guessed it was more than he was accustomed to, so I just sat and waited him out.  He spoke of his recent stroke, and losing the ability to drive his taxi, his means of livelihood.  I gave him my card and told him if he ever needed a lift to call me, and if I was anywhere near, I would fetch him.   

This evening he called, for the first time, asking for a ride to the local WalMart to get water.  For that, he had definitely called an understanding person.   He picked up a case of 32 bottles.  I suggested he get more and told him I would take care of it.  

As we walked the aisles of the store, he caught me up.   Neighbor is losing his home because of unpaid maintenance fees.   A realtor is helping him with a short sale (his place needs some work and he cannot get market price).   Probing, I asked what the balance of his mortgage was.  When he told me I couldn’t believe it!   He thinks he’s going to get a few thousand from the sale, but I am doubtful, considering the condition of the place (as he described it) and the balance of the mortgage.   I am also concerned that a realtor would have a recovering stroke patient sign a contract.   From my interactions with him I am skeptical of his ability to understand clearly what he is doing.  Also, Neighbor lost his taxi because he has been unable to work.  He is confident that when he gets a medical release, the taxi company with which he contracted will allow him to drive and thereby earn an income.

I am concerned for Neighbor.   His siblings have refused to help him and it seems he has no other family.  He is a veteran.   Tomorrow I will try to contact the VA to see if there is anything they can do to help him – an advocate –- securing living quarters or something — I really don’t know what, but I hope something.

This is one of those times when it would be nice if either 1) I had won the lottery and built my dream “commune” for seniors and parentless children, or 2) I was just plain old wealthy with a generous heart intact.

If any who reads this as an idea to help Neighbor, please contact me.

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