500 Hubs and Counting

It is so surreal to be writing my 500^th hub. I never thought I would see this day. I started all of this in order to propel myself pasted the grief of my Mother’s untimely death. It was a bit of a fluke. I never thought I would last and there were many times I considered turning back. But this experience has enriched my life as I hope it has yours. I realize now even when I am at my weakest point I am still able to get up everyday and be a productive human being and care for my son. Actually writing has helped me through my grief a great deal. I can’t lie and say that it still doesn’t hurt but at least when I write I feel the pain of loss less. And no one gave this to me. It is something I have had to do for myself. But what you would probably find more interesting then how I have written is the things that have gone on in my life during this time.

I was renting a house and it was not a nice house and it had a funny smell but it was okay. We didn’t spend much time in the house as one of my son’s goals after his Nana died was to learn to swim. The landlord also failed to provide a working bath or shower so we showered at the local YMCA. My son did learn to swim and loves the water. But sadly, the house I rented is famous for having a failing septic system. The landlords are too cheap to fix it and continually and habitually rent the house with a failed septic system.

During I believe hurricane Ophelia the drain field in the backyard filled up and the entire septic system back up into the house destroying what few possessions we had left in the world. I called the health department immediately on the landlords and they served me to have me evicted immediately. Standing in sewage they actually served me with an eviction notice. I had pictures and everything and yet I lost the damages case as the court decided I should have had rental insurance. I don’t believe in insurance anymore. My Mother had life insurance we never saw any money from.

So where the landlord didn’t win the eviction she also was not held accountable for the damage done to all of our things and we lost everything including clothes, furniture and property. My son lost some of his favorite stuff animals given to him by his late Nana. We had not even been informed the house had a septic system until the sewage flowed through the house covering every last room.

And then the tacky landlord came into the house screaming and yelling at me that I broke the septic system. The Septic company and all the neighbors had already told me that the landlord habitually rents the house with the broken septic system and when it over flows she evicts immediately and that is why she refuses to ever give a lease.

So during all of this I spent a couple of months legally wrestling over a landlord tenet issue to which I was not evicted. I believe I was given two months and offered volunatrily to leave but wanted my things replaced. I did not get my things replaced at all. I called every agency for help including the Red Cross and we received absolutely nothing!! Bur for several months i was writing articles ot you living in raw sewage. And the septic system continued to back up more then once. But it goes to show you anyone can write in any condition.

At the same time I have been suing the dead beat Dad of my son for the past 12 years of child support. He has been sleeping with his girlfriend/ librarian at Bethune Cookman University/ lawyer and she has been working the Department of Revenue in Florida over for every bit of information she could get while sleeping with her client and failing to disclose a conflict of interest which the judge would have barred her from the proceeding. They have stalled and filed for one continuance after another in order for the dead beat Father to continue not to pay his obligations. They did this through Christmas ruining my son’s Christmas although many people were very gracious and helped us. They are now doing it through my son’s birthday all so this dead beat Dad can continue not to pay his obligations. What the dead beat and his lawyer are not factoring in is that this is a child with severe medically complexities who needs to be on a special diet and needs his medical care. Not paying really isn't an option.

We obtained a court order for back child support and child support which would seem like a small victory. But the state of Florida counts the court order as revenue even when the dead beat Dad isn’t paying and cuts the public assistance from the medically fragile child and continues public assistance to the dead beat Dad? I have since spke with the Division of Children and Families and although Dead Beat is reporting eh is paying child support when he hasn't in order to continue on public assistance, I have proven he is still not paying. They will try to restore our public assstance until Dead Beat pays.

I made 11 motions last week and filed 2 addendums. I have other addendums to file as well. Obviously this article is older. The motions were denied but I have re-entered new motions and a petition as well.

I designed and am involved in two field research projects specifically targeting linguistics and language acquisition. If my theory is proven I and my business partner will have a series of scientifically valid text books for children with Autism to acquire language and learn to read. It will be the first publication of its kind. Three of the books are already written and I have a companion screen play for a television series.

I have also re-established myself with my former profession but I am only interested in field research and develop. I am a RND person strickly.

I have also gotten up just about everyday and at least applied for 10 jobs. Sadly, none of them I have been hired for.

I wrote one naughty poem to Ubani who was most kind about it.

If I didn’t have hubpages to take away my pain long enough to think I couldn’t have accomplished any of these things. If I didn’t have the support of my HP friends to face each day I wouldn’t have had the courage to stand up to so much adversity all at once. And it has been the year from hell for certain. And it is not over yet. As I write this to you I am requesting an emergency hearing because we have been cut off of public assistance and we have not received a dime in child support. I will be going back to court.

Our research trials are being conducted. And it isn’t million dollar NIH funded research. It is grassroots research in communities which are desperate for services. We have completed baseline and are about to enter into intervention.

I have several more books to write in this curriculum and I also have to write the teacher’s scripts. I also have enhancement activities which I will create as well.

And finally I will have to make it past my Mother’s birthday once again. It is very difficult to celebrate my son’s birthday as it is two days after my Mother's birthday and they shared their birthdays together always. There is always my Mother’s ghost in the room on that day.

But I would have never been able to get back up and start all over if it hadn’t been for hubpages and the generous community I have appreciated. And I still have things to learn. I will have to bother homesteadbound one of these days to explain the picture procedure to me. My poor friend homesteadbound!! Other then that and my infamous typos, I think I have learned a lot in 9 months.

I may never make a million dollars hubbing or be a hub page elite. I probably will never have a score of 100 but I have made some very good connections with people who I truly care about and who have given me the strength through sahring their journey to continue with my own. And for that I am truly grateful.

So thanks for enduring me for 500 in 9 months. Hopefully I will get better at my craft from here on out. My HP family has healed me and I am exceptionally grateful. You are all wonderful and I appreciate all of you so much.

Below are links to the chronology of my HP diary with tips how to write prolifically. In order not to be redundant, I did not repeat those tips here but shared my gratitude and some of the adversity which was in my life while writing these hubs. And if I can do it I know all of you can do it as well.