I was still not well, I had homecare coming in about 3 times a week. Soon I would not have any help again, they only came for a certain amount of time then that was it. So again I gave it to Angels. During this time my brother Emery - the one who fell - had gotten himself into an apartment with his son in my sister Rose's building.

Rose became executive of handling his money because he was still not all there. He got in with some bad people (crack, cocain) and these people were living at his apartment and had started threatening my sister and nephew. My nephew left my brother who was so stoned, these people pretty much cleaned him out. And my nephew was on the streets.

We finally got my brother into my parents building but my nephew didn't want to move in with him so he came to stay with me. My health problem solved, I now had someone to help me although I still couldn't walk well.

                 

Before homecare stopped, I had changed doctors when I lived on West Avenue. Once I got this doctor everything worked out fine, I got a scooter. The people at homecare said it would take 3 months. I had the scooter with-in one week. Divine Intervention?

I sold the scooter to pay for a vehical. During this time I had some readings, not a lot but some. The people that I read for were so needy, everytime I had one I told people to believe in Angels, that they can change their lives.

So because I was telling people other than the people I read, nothing really happened that was completely out of the ordinary. But everytime I needed money someone would call for a reading. Every single time with-out fail.