Rent is going up too darn High!!


 

U.S. Army Veteran (Me) seeking studio or 1 bedroom in Manhattan, Queens or Brooklyn. Must be cat friendly, close to (walking distance) to the subway & safe neighborhood. Less than $800 a month rent!! Including gas and electric. Will be ready to move in September or October this year.

Sure I could work hours and hours plus tons overtime in a back breaking attempt to pay a rent that will be close to $1000 by November 2016 or I can ask for help and believe God to send me a clean safe place for me and Sylvester. Someplace that I can bring my brother Stephen.

Stephen is most important factor. If all my money goes to pay rent not counting gas, electric, food & transportation how will I find the time or funds to care for Stephen?  This is not acceptable so I’m sending out this appeal and Please Feel Free to Share to all your networks.

I believe in Miracles and Answered prayer!!

Thank you!!

Partnership


 

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Partner

 

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Partners

Whether two of a kind or ten, give us subjects that are in sync with one another — show us partnerships.

My Life Partner. My Brother Stephen. An Autism guy and the Sister who Loves him Dearly. We enjoy having fun and we are Best Friends. Siblings who are always in Sync with each other.

 

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2016 WEEK 26


 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 26

 

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2016 WEEK 26

With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world which may not always match our reality.

What’s your most memorable (good or bad) airplane flight?

Riding in a C 130 and C 140 during my time in the Army. At that time those planes carried Army vehicles as well as troops.

How many bones, if any, have you broken?

None!  Thank God!

If you had your own talk show, who would your first three guests be? (guest can be dead, alive, famous or someone you just know)

Harriet Tubman, Zora Neale Hurston, Sojourner Truth.

Make a Currently List: What are you reading, watching, listening to, eating, needing, wanting, and missing right now?

Reading:

A Day Late and a Dollar Short
Novel by Terry McMillan
Eating a turkey bacon and egg with ketchup on a toasted roll.
Need and want more time in Nature. I want to spend more time in New York’s many green spaces which include parks and botanic gardens. Missing my brother Stephen. Also need more days off whether they be personal days, holidays or vacation days.  Still hoping to see the Brooklyn Cyclones baseball team in action before the summer ends!

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Enjoyed my time at Curlfest yesterday. Positive vibes. Prospect Park is beautiful. Hair Swag!  Click on Link for more details:  https://roamingurbangypsy.com/2016/06/27/curlfest-2016-prospect-park-brooklyn/

I have no plans for next weekend and my cat Sylvester hates the July 4th fireworks.

 

 

 

 

Curlfest 2016 ~ Prospect Park, Brooklyn


Curlfest June 26, 2016 ~~ Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NYC

Celebrating Black Women Naturalistas!! #Curlfest

Roaming Urban Gypsy

Curlfest June 26, 2016 ~~ Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NYC

Celebrating Black Women Naturalistas!!

#Curlfest    #Ouidad

Here is My Hair Swag Haul!!

Sister Moments!!

Sister Moments

More Curlfest Swag Event Photos

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Brutal Reality


 

Life can be sobering. Earlier today I saw fire trucks lining the street, EMS, and heard a young woman across the street screaming. Children, teenagers and adults lined the edge of the brownstones steps. The young woman continued to scream. The EMS ran into the house with those heart paddles, then he came back out a short time later putting the life saving devices away. Obviously they were not needed. I knew the person whoever they were had died.  Silence from neighbors except for the young lady who continued to scream.

Eventually someone possibly a family member took her away but I did not see them remove the body. Well a short time ago Medical Examiner/Coroner came and brought out the individual in a body bag. Living in the city death is not a new experience. I remember sometime last year I witnessed the aftermath of a horrible accident where a cyclist was killed when hit when a car and van collided and he was unfortunately in the midst. The collision was so powerful that the entire front grill of the van landed in the middle of the side several feet away. The cops had covered his body but given the amount of people who die on any given day in New York it may take hours before the body is removed.

Some insensitive people were taking photos of the scene. Now as a photographer I draw the line at photographing death, bodies or horrible accidents out of respect for the dead.

My only beef with our American Society is you are not allowed to grieve after the funeral. You are expected to go back to normal. To smile, laugh, and make jokes as though nothing had happened. People give you loads of meaningless platitudes but no compassion nor understanding. Obviously if you’re still working you must return to your job but you can never discuss your feelings or emotions.  The expectation is for you to “Get Over it” despite the fact that your life has changed in an irreversible way.

I’m not one to discuss or share my emotions about the deaths of friends, family members or pets but at least others should respect my right to mourn not expect me to hit the town partying or celebrating certain holidays which they know cause pain.  Since I’ve turned 50 many years ago I’ve seen and been to many funerals. The half century mark is when heart attacks, strokes and cancer begin to claim our loved ones. Some of us get lucky and escape but it does make you stop and think. Can’t say I’m afraid to die. I am afraid of pain. My parents, Aunts and others died terrible painful deaths from cancer and strokes. I do not want that to be my portion. I hope I die in my sleep in my 70s or 80s. Neither of my parents made it to 70 so if I do that will be an accomplishment.

Watching this drama play out I wonder how that person died. Was it murder, suicide, or death by misadventure (accident). My heart and prayers also go out to that young woman who was so devastated. I suppose in a week or two I’ll hear the cries of mourners and maybe see the hearse pass by.  I remember when my parents died the funeral director asked me if I wanted to drive by their house one more time. This gives the deceased a chance to go home if not in the flesh but in spirit one more time. Perhaps this is an African American tradition. I’m not sure.

Then I think about my cousin Bertie (not his real name) who died right before Christmas 2014 at his home alone from cancer. I cried when my other cousin call to tell me of his passing but I had to pull myself together since like me Bertie was single and I had to find his body.  Sounds strange but both Bertie and I lived in the same Brooklyn neighborhood. and when you die alone the police come, the coroner takes your body to the morgue. My mission was to locate which morgue they took him to until his elderly brother arrived from PA to identify the body. The police were very kind and considerate and the officers gave me all the information I needed to locate his body. Eventually I found out he was taken to the Brooklyn morgue. The person who answered the phone said I could come in to make the identification but I held back since he had probably lain dead for a while, decomposing.

Little did I know that Thanksgiving 2014 would be the last time Stephen and I would see Bertie alive. We both knew he was going to die. He was so weak that Stephen and I had a time getting him from New Jersey back to Brooklyn. We took him straight to his door. When we finally made it to our home Stephen did something he rarely does. He put his head on my shoulder and we just held each other. A few weeks later Bertie was dead.

Death is a great reminder that life is short and often brutal. Like my parents used to say Tomorrow is not promised to any of us. Death is the great equalizer that takes the young as well as the old, the poor and the rich. Race, color, religion or nationality mean nothing to death. Whatever plans, purpose, ideas or goals you may have had will go down to the grave with you in dust. Unfinished business. Most likely never to be resurrected again.  You become just a picture in a frame. A distant memory that will be forgotten as time passes. However as a Christian I know my reward lies beyond this moral veil. For then I shall be reunited with all my Loved ones in that Great Getting up Morning in Paradise.

Thomas Dorsey-Take My Hand, Precious Lord