- Posted August 5, 2013 by
Deer Park, Washington
This iReport is part of an assignment:
The written word: Your personal essays
Being An American Is Impossible For The Poor
Ok Mr. President I give up.
I have sent you a message telling my story and what happened? You had Volunteers of America calling me with one of their suicide advocates. Ummm Mr. President I am a suicide survivor not someone who is going to commit suicide.
I write you again because Wells Fargo has been threatening to foreclose and I wanted someone that could get them to stop. What do you do? You have someone from a money management company call us you have someone so we can adjust our mortgage we have already done that. We have a really low payment of $540 but I have PTSD and Major Depressive Disorder really bad and I havent worked in 5 years because I hurt my back and my PTSD makes me very very uneasy out in public. I have worked with counselors. It truly is disabling.
Its like you throw all this stuff at us and we just want to raise our 2 year old up to be a good citizen. In her home in her bed away from my family because they are very infectious not in a good way. I have turned in a disability form many times and really just that little bit would make all the difference in the world.
Our own President can help so many but when it comes to my family its like we just dont connect. The person told us our assets were -$3000 we are 112% in debt. We are like a bobbing ship with no help. Not to mention the garnishments wont stop. Have you even spent time in Spokane, WA? We could not even rent a place for $500 and the person calls and tells us to short sale? Where would we go? Clean out the Lincoln Bedroom cause my daughter, my wife and I will be moving in LOL. Have you ever sat down for one hour and talked with someone who has PTSD, Survived 3 suicide, 2 overdoses, 2 terminally ill grandparents, contracted MRSA from sitting next to my grandmother when no one told us she had MRSA and I almost lost my eyes, who has worked his tail off for years to come from a child nomad to a disabled American who is really hoping for just one piece of good luck?
Mr. President I still smell death from finding someone in the mid 2000's who had been dead for 4 days. America has been my own warzone I am a victim of my own country and all I did was be born with 100+ allergies and asthma and epilepsy and a downwinder of Hanford Nuclear Reservation.
And I love the hell out of my family that is why I am trying to find that little bit of good luck. I am a real American and I don't think I am alone. It is like when you had the suicide advocate contact me I had to laugh because I probably know more about the topic than most professors. Thank you
P.S. I wish I wore a hoodie then maybe his family would look like mine. No matter what we will love as a family and we will raise a good baby. She is so good already she is the one thing that keeps my PTSD in check.