A home for Kenya and me.

I will never forget the day my daughter was born. She was my precious joy. I was in the midst of darkness and she was the light that showed up in my life. My mother was dying of cancer during this time. Three weeks after my daughter was born I had to fly three thousand miles away to go to my mothers funeral. I remember Kenya being passed around from family member to family member at my mothers funeral. She was the light in the midst of darkness that helped carry me through. Years later I found out my daughter was autistic. Her speech and language skills was greatly impaired. I went through a emotionally debilitating divorce when she was nine years old. I felt a since of independence and freedom after my divorce. I actually felt on top of the world. It took me years before I had the courage to actually tell my husband that the end had come. I was working as a multi-media specialist at a local college library. I got caught between a powerstruggle. For some odd reason the lady that was my supervisor felt the need to flaunt her power over me. She created lies and gave me bad job performance reports. It seemed as though she did every thing she could to destroy me. But I just bowed out gracefully and started using my Real Estate license. It was booming for a while until 2007 and then it took a nose dive. I lost thousands of dollars as I struggled to find a regular nine to five job. I started working as substitue clerical school clerk for the school district. It was a on call job that allowed me to go to different schools and fill in while the regular school clerk was out sick or on vacation. Sometimes I would substitute when they a had a vacancy. As soon as I got comfortable they filled the position with a permanent person. I really loved working in a educational environment. I figured I stay there a while until I could get a permanent job at a school. In the spring of 2008 my dream came true and I got a job at a high school for pregnant teens and emotionally distraught teenagers. Unfortunately, it was only for four months then I had to go back to being a temporary on call worker. The temporary on call work came to a nose dive by the fall of 2008. By the spring of 2009 I had to get my self out of the system in order to get my retirement contributions out. I had to pay 20% to the federal government up front in order to get my little money out. It was either that or go hungry, lose my apartment, my car and my autistic daughter. The money quickly ran out and now I'm in a situation where a miracle needs to occur in about 45 days otherwise my autistic daughter will have to go into a group home and I will have to go into a shelter. I do believe in miracles and I am asking any one with compassion to write to me and donate what you can to help me and my daughter. I hope you stay tune for the story I'm going to write about creating a reality show for children with Autism. This reality show will reveal what true struggle and liberation is. It will be a eye opening experience of what is a growing epidemic in America and some other countries. I am crying out for your help and your compassion. Where there is a will there is always a way.