Last year I was living in Boca Raton in the condo that my father (a very wealthy retired physician) had given me "verbally" in 2009 after his second wife died. I was extraordinarily ill with a gastrointestinal problem that had been going on for a time undiagnosed by a husband and wife team of specialists.  I weighed 60 pounds, and could not eat without it coming out of one end or the other. I thought it might have been that dreaded c-diff thing, but tests proved it was not.  They didn't have a clue.

In July 2014 my half sister had me ejected - not evicted - from this condo. I have been a licensed real estate BROKER, not just agent, since the age of 18 and had never, ever come across the term "ejectment"during that period of time.

  I was "removed" by police on a Sunday morning, who told me I could collect my belongings the next morning, I put everything I could into my very small car but when I went back she was there with her attorney who said he would have me arrested for trespassing if I dared come into the place.  The police didn't know what to do, I went to the courthouse and they had no idea of what to do, none of them being familiar with "ejectment ".

So suffice to say she "won"  40+ years of my life,  ALL of my belongings gone.  EVERYTHING, just GONE!  Every photograph, every little treasured collection that took years to compile, everything that had value to me that couldn't possibly mean anything to her to  either keep for herself, give away, or given more than likely to Salvation Army or something like it.  My life, those things one accumulates along the way that give it some meaning; gifts my mother gave me, gifts my father gave me, a tiny stone crab I found on Naples Beach and glued to a tiny piece of driftwood along triangular rock with a hand painted picture of Jesus walking on water, sea oates I had picked with my mother when I was just 16 years old, a pewter dragon collection just to mention a few things that come to mind.  My library, hundreds of books, music collection and so very much more.  I can picture each little thing in detail and mourn the loss every day, every single day.

All of this completely motivated by my half sisters obsessive, unmitigated, fiendish, diabolical GREED!

  My father was to leave a small fortune, and she wanted ALL OF IT!  He had always promised me I would be well taken care of when he passed, but this vulture was going to have none of that!

NOTHING was going to stop her, and she was going to squash me like a bug.  A vile, venomous viper, she planned every heinous step, from the day her mother died, perhaps even before that.  She KNEW I was sick, she KNEW I was broke, and it gave her great pleasure to throw me in the street, which in fact came to pass in only two, very short weeks.  Heartless, an aberration to humanity.  No thought, no care for anyone but herself, a truly animated version of a female hyena.  And it only took those two short weeks for me to suffer both a heart attack and a nervous breakdown that lasted three mind wrenching months.

This was done with my father's awareness, or so I believed.  It was only much later I found that he had Alzhiemer's, and didn't even know my name.  This part of the story is especially gruesome, repugnant and unthinkable.  Only the beginning of a multitude of atrocities...in vicious succession.  Betrayal after betrayal, from people I believed were my "friends".  That's a word used far too frequently for acquaintances you BELIEVE are your friends who will stab you in the back at the blink of an eye.

Very ill, I moved into a  hotel, the only one I could find which would allow my beloved cat and with what I had been able to stuff in my tiny car to from the condo, some clothes (not many) and personal stuff.

The following day I called my boss, friend, mentor and confidant only to have his sister tell me he had died that morning due to complications from an old surgery.  The grief was not the only thing that was overwhelming, I had now not only lost him and my job, but also 20 years of residual income!  Can you imagine this?  Losing your home with everything in it one day and your job and beloved friend the next?  My whole world was ripped apart within 24 hours!

In the following days, the pain had became unbearable with whatever this sickness was, to this day not diagnosed.  I called an ambulance to take me to the emergency room.   I went in for x-ray and was being led to a waiting area when I noticed two policeman there who began telling me to leave.  Not with a word of disrespect, no resistance whatsoever, I was cuffed ankles and wrists, lifted like on TV like a wild boar and thrown face first into the back of their cruiser.  Arrested for trespassing in an emergency room!!!

I spent 5 days in jail before they determined that I needed to go to, THE EMERGENCY ROOM!!  I was taken to a different hospital and admitted for 5 days there. No diagnosis.  While there I was given my pocketbook that had been taken into custody with me, told that I was lucky to get it because the police had no record of me having any property whatsoever.  Upon inspection everything of value was gone...cash, a $900 personal check made out to me, a 31", 24 kt. gold chain that had broken in an envelope that I was going to take for repair, my bank card, my cell phone and whatever else "they" wanted...these things being the only things that may have allowed me to go back to my life, the only things of any value left. The hotel proprietor had thrown away or kept all I had left of my 40+ years as an adult, and let my 15 year old arthritic cat out to die.  I grieve for her each and every day.  Included in the things he either threw away or kept, I had quite a bit of gold jewelry that would have certainly sufficed to get me back "up and running" so to speak.  Many pieces were gifts that had such immutable sentimental value, it makes me cry.  The value of gold at that time was very high, and could certainly have more than adequate to get me out of this abyss I was sliding into.  The proprietor would let me retrieve none of it, the very little I had left of a lifetime.  Including my address book of 30 years with every contact name and phone number of all those years, I was denied all of it.  No doubt he found and kept the gold jewelry.  I had left the motel in my pajamas, and that's what I was left with...not even a pair of jeans and a shirt, not even my toothbrush!  He kept demanding money but refused to let me get the gold jewelry that could have paid him immediately.  At that time every corner had a sign holder swinging their "WE PAY CASH FOR GOLD"!  One piece would have more than covered not only what I owed him but enough to allow me stay for a time.

And I had no where to go, literally, no where!  The three people, genuine friends, (few and hard to come by in this world nowadays) who would have helped me through this that lived in the area were dead, I am estranged from my father and daughter, and there is no one, no where...and I am in my pajamas!!!  No phone, and all phone numbers of 30 years gone, everything, just everything, gone...and NO ONE, not one, that I could get in touch with.

From there it was horrible, terrible, miserable.  Homelessness is a black hole with quick sand in it, the twilight zone but darker and stranger than Rod Serling could've ever begun to imagine, and the contents of which I believe Stephen King would say, "we gotta tone that down!" It has been not just frightening, not just terrifying, but worse than one could ever fathom.  The despair here knows no depth too deep, no agony too torturous, no subservience too deviant,  no pain that can't get worse, because it does.

If anyone would like to know more of my horror story on the streets, I will expound on it for you at your request.  There is no single moment that is without pain, suffering and great misery.  But I think this is enough to suffice here.  I lost everything, everything.

  My brains have been bashed in and my heart gouged out, I can barely recognize myself.  I have nothing and no way to get anything.  I need help and the hardest thing in the world to do, at least for many of us, is to have to ask for help.  There just isn't any other way...I've tried all of it, from abusive shelters, churches, you name it, I've tried it.  I'm a square peg that doesn't fit into a round hole, or a round peg that doesn't fit into a square hole.  The last words said to me at shelters is "we have nothing for you here."  The state of Florida does not have welfare and I'm a year away from social security.

I created this campaign because I desperately need help. I need a place to stay, even just a room, for a couple of months so I can get myself back together.  I need a computer, a car (even an old, used, A to B vehicle) because the bus kills my disabled body, although I haven't had a dime for bus fare in a year. (I am disabled but have been denied disability benefits.  I have been living on $194 worth of food stamps per month for over a year now.)
ANY amount will help. Please help and please share this campaign with others; friends, family, groups, every little bit helps of course

I have been staying with a very good friend in Daytona Beach for a week, and that's as long as I was supposed to stay. She has been kind and gracious to have extended it for a bit.  Worse than having to ask for help is asking for it as quickly as possible!  Everyone knows that after 3 days company gets old no matter how close your friendship is!  I need to get back to Pompano Beach asap and I just don't think I can survive the streets any longer...time is of the essence!

With deepest gratitude and greatest humility...Thank You.