Then the toilet started to back up it was really bad, called again left message after message about the smell and that I couldn't use the toilet. I was taking Anthony and going to the neighbours to go to the bathroom.

Finally I had to call the Public Health Department, they came down and made a report (I have a copy of that report just to verify this). The health board sent them a notice to fix the problems - it was not fit to live in. After a month when nothing happened, I called the department again and put in another complant. They came back, by this time, Anthony and I were going to the toilet in a bucket, I got tired of bugging the neighbour.

It was the end of August, I couldn't let Anthony stay in this place as we were starting to get sick. I again gave it to the Angels, not knowing what to do that night I called Anthony's Godmother Brenda and told her of my dilemma, she suggested that I try to find a place up by her.

So again not even having a place yet I sent Anthony to live with his godparents for a month so he could start school. There was no way he could stay on West Ave, it was unhealthy. So that's what I did.

During all these other problems the landlord decided he wants me to move out by the end of August, he told me this 3 days before. The landlord sent me a nasty letter demanding that I vacate the premises and that I owed them money (I do still have the letter) because I didn't pay my first and last months rent so I had to walk to the income tax office and get a copy of the cancelled check that said first and last months paid.

Once I did this they couldn't say anything. Brenda started looking for a place for me a week after school started, by the end of September I had a townhouse down the street from Brenda's. I trusted in my Angels and they again didn't let me down.