Oh my goodness gracious. Today was not the greatest day for a neighbor and her name in Cathy. She was an emotional wreck and didn’t want to be here anymore. When a friend or neighbor feels suicide is the answer to their problems, never do I take it lightly and it’s NOT A JOKE, either! Jackie, my caregiver is Cathy’s go to person whrn Cathy has a ’bad‘ day. My heart aches when someone threatens or does commit suicide. All I can do is pray for the person and talk calmly with them as they talk. I find living in a building a community within itself, and this building at Garden Court has enough people in this one building, and everyone has a bit of history that plagues us apparently. I wish and pray for the best for Cathy nonetheless than anything else because whrn she’s happy, she’s helping others. Now why did Cathy have a ’bad’ day today,, let me tell you why, ok?

Why the Bad Day?

There are tenants, including myself, that have a history that has followed each and everyone here. Even Cathy, and there’s no need to tell what happened to her a few years ago. There are tenants who live in here who have caused some trouble while living here and have been evicted and booted out of here yet there is still some troublesome tenants. Cathy‘s ‘bad’ day consisted of other tenants —- a couple troublemakers to be honest with you, were hassling Cathy and got her upset, in tears and wanting to end her life today.

Why can’t other people leave others alone? So are people in this world who would rather make others miserable and this building, I call home, is one of those places. I have moved from one apartment building of drama and neighbors making me feel like shit because of the neighbor’s attitude towards me directly and not liking me because of my spiritual knowledge of the Bible and different — - all the different religions and sects out in the world, and I loving Jesus because of all I went through in life to the present day of today. My love for Jesus is great and special as it should be, and with all the problems I faced and endured, with raw emotion with some, I have to admit that Jesus is welcome in my life. I grew up in a non-Adventist family and became a Seventh-Day Adventist at age 29 in 1999, and haven’t regretted it. I will talk more about that another time…maybe later. Anyway, Cathy’s ‘bad’ day ended that she was talking to her counselor and I got to say hi to her before heading up.