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October 6, 2011
'Grippers" (how to get homeless without even trying #16)
Episode #16 "Thanksgiving" (click on the "Grippers" tab for previous 15 episodes)
Tracey was standing in her own living room feeling completely lost and helpless. She had managed their meager finances with painstaking care and just like that there was no money, no food and she could not follow through on making her agreed payment with the power company. Embraced by a sense of despair she instinctively hurried over to Judi Parano's.
Judi hugged her and said, "C'mon Trace, I'll make some coffee and we can sit down and talk."
Judi quickly became Tracey's navigator and began guiding her friend and neighbor on a straighter course. The first thing she did was reach into her purse and pull out $80.00 and hand it to Tracey. "Here, put this in your pocket and don't tell Bob you have it."
Tracey tried to say something and Judi said, "Don't worry about it. You don't have to say anything. Now, I want you to call the St. Vincent De Paul Society---"
"Oh no, Judi. I can't. They just helped us about two or three months ago. I'd feel so embarrassed asking again. I don't think I can."
"You can. I'll stand right next to you for moral support. Now, I have this pamphlet I want to give you. I know you have not said too much about Bob's pill problem but I know he has one and he will need help with that. But you need help dealing with it. This is a schedule of Nar-Anon meetings in the area."
"What's Nar-Anon?"
"It's like Al-Anon which is for families and friends of alcoholics. Nar-Anon is for families and friends of people hooked on drugs. Tracey---I've been there. My brother Anthony is a user. He was tearing the family apart."
"Anthony? The computer guy with the great job. I had no idea--"
"Tracey, he USED to have a great job. He was fired for missing so much work and he blames everyone else and, oh my God, we don't even know where he is. Haven't seen or heard from him in two months. I'm sick over it but I have learned that I cannot do a thing about it. We're here for him if he decides he wants REAL help. But, in the meantime-----Anyway, you need these meetings. Trust me, there are so many people out there with family members that have gotten caught up in this prescription pill insanity you wouldn't believe it. You need to remember that Bob Slider, your husband, is still the man he was. That person has been taken over by an evil entity that has transformed him. The real Bob will be back. He just needs you and Jake to be there when he begins his journey home. Understand?"
Ron and Jan from St. Vincent De Paul came out again. Once again they were able to assist with the power bill. They also included Tracey in their "Thanksgiving Giveaway Program" and, on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, Tracey went over to Sacred Heart Catholic Church and was given a holiday "basket" which included a frozen turkey and all the "fixins" including dessert for Thanksgiving day.
Thanksgiving turned out to be a good day in the Slider home. Bob had his "medication" and was acting normal. He and Jake were watching football together and joking around with each other. Tracey, temporarily upbeat and enjoying the moment, happily prepared the meal. On this Thanksgiving day they all had something to be thankful for.
Next time: Christmas
Tracey was standing in her own living room feeling completely lost and helpless. She had managed their meager finances with painstaking care and just like that there was no money, no food and she could not follow through on making her agreed payment with the power company. Embraced by a sense of despair she instinctively hurried over to Judi Parano's.
Judi hugged her and said, "C'mon Trace, I'll make some coffee and we can sit down and talk."
Judi quickly became Tracey's navigator and began guiding her friend and neighbor on a straighter course. The first thing she did was reach into her purse and pull out $80.00 and hand it to Tracey. "Here, put this in your pocket and don't tell Bob you have it."
Tracey tried to say something and Judi said, "Don't worry about it. You don't have to say anything. Now, I want you to call the St. Vincent De Paul Society---"
"Oh no, Judi. I can't. They just helped us about two or three months ago. I'd feel so embarrassed asking again. I don't think I can."
"You can. I'll stand right next to you for moral support. Now, I have this pamphlet I want to give you. I know you have not said too much about Bob's pill problem but I know he has one and he will need help with that. But you need help dealing with it. This is a schedule of Nar-Anon meetings in the area."
"What's Nar-Anon?"
"It's like Al-Anon which is for families and friends of alcoholics. Nar-Anon is for families and friends of people hooked on drugs. Tracey---I've been there. My brother Anthony is a user. He was tearing the family apart."
"Anthony? The computer guy with the great job. I had no idea--"
"Tracey, he USED to have a great job. He was fired for missing so much work and he blames everyone else and, oh my God, we don't even know where he is. Haven't seen or heard from him in two months. I'm sick over it but I have learned that I cannot do a thing about it. We're here for him if he decides he wants REAL help. But, in the meantime-----Anyway, you need these meetings. Trust me, there are so many people out there with family members that have gotten caught up in this prescription pill insanity you wouldn't believe it. You need to remember that Bob Slider, your husband, is still the man he was. That person has been taken over by an evil entity that has transformed him. The real Bob will be back. He just needs you and Jake to be there when he begins his journey home. Understand?"
Ron and Jan from St. Vincent De Paul came out again. Once again they were able to assist with the power bill. They also included Tracey in their "Thanksgiving Giveaway Program" and, on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, Tracey went over to Sacred Heart Catholic Church and was given a holiday "basket" which included a frozen turkey and all the "fixins" including dessert for Thanksgiving day.
Thanksgiving turned out to be a good day in the Slider home. Bob had his "medication" and was acting normal. He and Jake were watching football together and joking around with each other. Tracey, temporarily upbeat and enjoying the moment, happily prepared the meal. On this Thanksgiving day they all had something to be thankful for.
Next time: Christmas
October 3, 2011
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September 30, 2011
"Grippers" (how to get homeless without even trying #15)
Episode #15: "Here come the Holidays" (click on the "Grippers" tab for previous 14 episodes)
Tracey Slider was frazzled and had reached stress levels she had never before encountered. She was not smiling, she was abrupt with Jake, she could not sit still for more than ten minutes at a time, she was not sleeping well and a sense of impending disaster monopolized her thoughts. She was doing her best to manage every penny she was earning but there are no finish lines when you are riding on a merry-go-round.
It was November 12, less than two weeks until Thanksgiving. Tracey had worked her six hour shift and, upon clocking out, started to do shopping for the family. She knew to the penny how much was in their checking account, $143.00. She filled the cart with about $60.00 worth of grocery items including two cans of cranberry sauce, two cans of corn and two cans of sweet potatoes which would be used for Thanksgiving. There would be $83.00 left and $75.00 would go to the electric company as per her arrangement with them. There was enough gas in the truck to get them through payday which was four days away. She was proud of herself and deserved to be. She was like a car running on fumes and now the gas station was in sight.
Tracey unloaded her items onto the checkout counter and watched as her friend, Helen, scanned the items. They were chatting about nothing important when Helen said, "Okay, Trace, that comes to $60.28."
Tracey smiled, "I can't believe it. I wanted to spend $60.00 and I went 28 cents over. Not bad." She swiped her debit card and keyed in her pin number. A message popped up, Insufficient Funds. Tracey was startled and smiled at Helen. She swiped her card again. Insufficient Funds. She looked at Helen, "I don't understand." She tried again. Insufficient Funds.
Customers were lined up in back of her. She was wearing the store's company uniform. It is a fact that humiliation can embrace a person in a nano-second. Tracey instantly wanted to be somewhere else. She fought the panic rising within her and garnered some composure. She took a deep breath through her nose, exhaled and said, "Okay Helen, I'll just leave the stuff over here. I'll be back in 15 minutes."
She left the store, got into Bob's truck and began to tremble. Taking a few more deep breaths she wiped her teary eyes and headed home. All she could think was, It has to be a mistake, it has to be a mistake. How could they do this. She hurried into the house and right past Bob who was sleeping on the sofa. Sitting down at the computer she logged into her on-line banking site. The screen opened, she keyed in her password and stared at the screen. Balance--negative $89.00. Transactions--there had been two. Friday afternoon a $100.00 cash withdrawal had been made and another one for $60.00. Then there were two bank charges of $36.00 each, one for "insufficient funds" and one for an "over limit" fee. She stared and stared. She thought ---I don't understand--I didn't---Oh my God----She jumped up from the chair and rushed into the living room yelling, "Bob, Bob, wake up! Wake up!"
He remained still and quiet on the sofa. She started yelling at him and pushing his shoulder, "Bob, wake up right now. C'mon, wake up!"
Her groggy husband opened his eyes. "Huh---what? I'm sleeping. Leave me alone. What's your problem anyway?"
"Did you take money from the ATM yesterday?"
"Huh---the ATM. No--I don't think so. What's the difference anyway?"
""Oh my God, Bob, you did--didn't you."
"Fine Tracey, I did. So what. I needed some medicine and I can't get any until next week. So yeah, I took some money. I suppose I should just lie around here in pain. Now leave me alone."
"Oh my God, Bob. You're buying drugs. You're buying drugs.You took our food money and our money for the power bill and bought drugs from someone. Your stupid two withdrawals overlapped and you caused us to be minus $89.00 in our account. How in God's name could you do this to me and Jake. How could you?"
Bob was pretty well stoned so he shrugged, rolled over on his side and went back to sleep. Tracey looked down at him and at the moment all she could feel for her husband was contempt.
Next time: "Thanksgiving"
Tracey Slider was frazzled and had reached stress levels she had never before encountered. She was not smiling, she was abrupt with Jake, she could not sit still for more than ten minutes at a time, she was not sleeping well and a sense of impending disaster monopolized her thoughts. She was doing her best to manage every penny she was earning but there are no finish lines when you are riding on a merry-go-round.
It was November 12, less than two weeks until Thanksgiving. Tracey had worked her six hour shift and, upon clocking out, started to do shopping for the family. She knew to the penny how much was in their checking account, $143.00. She filled the cart with about $60.00 worth of grocery items including two cans of cranberry sauce, two cans of corn and two cans of sweet potatoes which would be used for Thanksgiving. There would be $83.00 left and $75.00 would go to the electric company as per her arrangement with them. There was enough gas in the truck to get them through payday which was four days away. She was proud of herself and deserved to be. She was like a car running on fumes and now the gas station was in sight.
Tracey unloaded her items onto the checkout counter and watched as her friend, Helen, scanned the items. They were chatting about nothing important when Helen said, "Okay, Trace, that comes to $60.28."
Tracey smiled, "I can't believe it. I wanted to spend $60.00 and I went 28 cents over. Not bad." She swiped her debit card and keyed in her pin number. A message popped up, Insufficient Funds. Tracey was startled and smiled at Helen. She swiped her card again. Insufficient Funds. She looked at Helen, "I don't understand." She tried again. Insufficient Funds.
Customers were lined up in back of her. She was wearing the store's company uniform. It is a fact that humiliation can embrace a person in a nano-second. Tracey instantly wanted to be somewhere else. She fought the panic rising within her and garnered some composure. She took a deep breath through her nose, exhaled and said, "Okay Helen, I'll just leave the stuff over here. I'll be back in 15 minutes."
She left the store, got into Bob's truck and began to tremble. Taking a few more deep breaths she wiped her teary eyes and headed home. All she could think was, It has to be a mistake, it has to be a mistake. How could they do this. She hurried into the house and right past Bob who was sleeping on the sofa. Sitting down at the computer she logged into her on-line banking site. The screen opened, she keyed in her password and stared at the screen. Balance--negative $89.00. Transactions--there had been two. Friday afternoon a $100.00 cash withdrawal had been made and another one for $60.00. Then there were two bank charges of $36.00 each, one for "insufficient funds" and one for an "over limit" fee. She stared and stared. She thought ---I don't understand--I didn't---Oh my God----She jumped up from the chair and rushed into the living room yelling, "Bob, Bob, wake up! Wake up!"
He remained still and quiet on the sofa. She started yelling at him and pushing his shoulder, "Bob, wake up right now. C'mon, wake up!"
Her groggy husband opened his eyes. "Huh---what? I'm sleeping. Leave me alone. What's your problem anyway?"
"Did you take money from the ATM yesterday?"
"Huh---the ATM. No--I don't think so. What's the difference anyway?"
""Oh my God, Bob, you did--didn't you."
"Fine Tracey, I did. So what. I needed some medicine and I can't get any until next week. So yeah, I took some money. I suppose I should just lie around here in pain. Now leave me alone."
"Oh my God, Bob. You're buying drugs. You're buying drugs.You took our food money and our money for the power bill and bought drugs from someone. Your stupid two withdrawals overlapped and you caused us to be minus $89.00 in our account. How in God's name could you do this to me and Jake. How could you?"
Bob was pretty well stoned so he shrugged, rolled over on his side and went back to sleep. Tracey looked down at him and at the moment all she could feel for her husband was contempt.
Next time: "Thanksgiving"
September 27, 2011
The Crypto-Capers Review - Enter the "Slippery Willie" Giveaway
The Crypto-Capers Review
September 27, 2011
Radio Interview for Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes by Larry Peterson
by Renee Hand
This author is going to be interviewed today on my radio show Stories From Unknown Authors which can be heard at http://blogtalkradio.com/storiesfromunknownauthors at 11 am EST. Larry will also be offering a giveaway for his book that will be ending in mid October. Rules: You must be a GFC member through my blog as well as join Larry's website and/ or blog leaving a comment as well. Good luck to all.
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September 27, 2011
Radio Interview for Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes by Larry Peterson
by Renee Hand
This author is going to be interviewed today on my radio show Stories From Unknown Authors which can be heard at http://blogtalkradio.com/storiesfromunknownauthors at 11 am EST. Larry will also be offering a giveaway for his book that will be ending in mid October. Rules: You must be a GFC member through my blog as well as join Larry's website and/ or blog leaving a comment as well. Good luck to all.TO ENTER GIVEAWAY GO TO:
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September 23, 2011
"Grippers" (how to get homeless without even trying #14)
Episode #14:
"Living with Consequences
"(click on the "Grippers" tab for previous 13 episodes)
From the Webster Dictionary: Con' se-quence, n.---that which follows as the result of some preceding act, cause, etc.
For the Slider family the act was Bob's driving into the side of a new Toyota as he parked his truck. The cause was his having taken too many prescription pain pills that had severely dulled his senses. Did this just affect Bob? Not quite. Consequences oftentimes have this insidious ability to give birth to tentacles that reach out and wrap themselves around others in an unexpected and seemingly inescapable grip, clutching so tightly that the person(s) trapped have no idea how to break free. It also follows that the first people these tentacles reach out for are those closest to the person who had activated the whole process, in this case Tracey and Jake.
Having one vehicle had been sufficient for Tracey to get back and forth to her part time job, for Bob to go back and forth for doctor visits and his 3x a week physical therapy treatments plus, get Jake to his after school activities, winter baseball practices and weekend games. Now it was all on Tracey. She had to somehow get her husband and her son to where they were supposed to be and still be at work. It was a daunting, almost impossible task. The consequences of Bob's Halloween "fender-bender" included his having to put in three hours a week of community service (which he was able to do at the St. Vincent De Paul Thrift Store) sorting and separating donated clothing. He needed 50 hours so this was, at best, a 17 week commitment. He also had to go to DUI class, the "Law & Substance Abuse Program", get to physical therapy and, of course, report to his parole officer once a week. .
Tracey managed, after some serious pleading, to get her manager to let her begin working from 6:a.m to 11: a.m. Thursday through Sunday. This gave her Monday through Wednesday to schedule Bob's probation requirements and PT appointments. It was, to say the least, a tenuous arrangement. Bob had to be somewhere at least four times a week. Since his dad's appointments were "absolutely necessary" to keep, Jake was forced to quit playing winter baseball. There was no way Tracey could get him back and forth to practices and games, get her husband to his various appointments, get to work, run errands, and do all of the other things that take place outside of the home.
Jake took this very hard. He tried to understand but he didn't. Baseball meant so much to him. It ain't fair. How could they let this happen. It ain't fair. It really was not the baseball. After all, it was only winter-ball, sort of an instuctional league where the kids prepared for the regular season. It was just the catalyst that drove the boy's feelings to the surface and these feelings began to exhibit themselves through a sullenness, a drop in grades and, in a few instances, by playing "hooky".
Tracey, like her son, was slowly developing an unwanted bitterness towards her husband, the man she had truly loved since high school. She had the inner strength to deal with all the adversity, confusion, tension, financial chaos, and the mountain of uncertainty that had entered her life over the past year. What was seeping into her psyche was that Bob had turned himself into a "victim" and had climbed upon a train called the "Pity Party Express". This journey that he had embarked upon was like a slowly moving knife, cutting deeper and deeper into his wife. Bob had no idea and could not see past himself or his need for "medication".
Next time: "Here come the Holidays" I
From the Webster Dictionary: Con' se-quence, n.---that which follows as the result of some preceding act, cause, etc.
For the Slider family the act was Bob's driving into the side of a new Toyota as he parked his truck. The cause was his having taken too many prescription pain pills that had severely dulled his senses. Did this just affect Bob? Not quite. Consequences oftentimes have this insidious ability to give birth to tentacles that reach out and wrap themselves around others in an unexpected and seemingly inescapable grip, clutching so tightly that the person(s) trapped have no idea how to break free. It also follows that the first people these tentacles reach out for are those closest to the person who had activated the whole process, in this case Tracey and Jake.
Having one vehicle had been sufficient for Tracey to get back and forth to her part time job, for Bob to go back and forth for doctor visits and his 3x a week physical therapy treatments plus, get Jake to his after school activities, winter baseball practices and weekend games. Now it was all on Tracey. She had to somehow get her husband and her son to where they were supposed to be and still be at work. It was a daunting, almost impossible task. The consequences of Bob's Halloween "fender-bender" included his having to put in three hours a week of community service (which he was able to do at the St. Vincent De Paul Thrift Store) sorting and separating donated clothing. He needed 50 hours so this was, at best, a 17 week commitment. He also had to go to DUI class, the "Law & Substance Abuse Program", get to physical therapy and, of course, report to his parole officer once a week. .
Tracey managed, after some serious pleading, to get her manager to let her begin working from 6:a.m to 11: a.m. Thursday through Sunday. This gave her Monday through Wednesday to schedule Bob's probation requirements and PT appointments. It was, to say the least, a tenuous arrangement. Bob had to be somewhere at least four times a week. Since his dad's appointments were "absolutely necessary" to keep, Jake was forced to quit playing winter baseball. There was no way Tracey could get him back and forth to practices and games, get her husband to his various appointments, get to work, run errands, and do all of the other things that take place outside of the home.
Jake took this very hard. He tried to understand but he didn't. Baseball meant so much to him. It ain't fair. How could they let this happen. It ain't fair. It really was not the baseball. After all, it was only winter-ball, sort of an instuctional league where the kids prepared for the regular season. It was just the catalyst that drove the boy's feelings to the surface and these feelings began to exhibit themselves through a sullenness, a drop in grades and, in a few instances, by playing "hooky".
Tracey, like her son, was slowly developing an unwanted bitterness towards her husband, the man she had truly loved since high school. She had the inner strength to deal with all the adversity, confusion, tension, financial chaos, and the mountain of uncertainty that had entered her life over the past year. What was seeping into her psyche was that Bob had turned himself into a "victim" and had climbed upon a train called the "Pity Party Express". This journey that he had embarked upon was like a slowly moving knife, cutting deeper and deeper into his wife. Bob had no idea and could not see past himself or his need for "medication".
Next time: "Here come the Holidays" I
September 20, 2011
FINALIST - "50 Great Authors You Should Be Reading"
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113 Finalists - In alphabetical order
Acharya Sri Khadi Madama
Aileen Stewart
Alethea Salazar
Allen Schatz
Amy Gatliff
Andrea Buginsky
Angel Tucker
Anita Waggoner
Ashley Dawn
Barbara J. Guardino
Bethany Butzer, Ph.D.
Bill Humbert
Brad Dude
Branch Isole
Bruce Derman, Ph.D.
Carol Morgan
Carolyn CJ Jones
Chitoka Webb
Christine Frost
Christopher Hunter
Colette Ellis
David Simpson
Davis Aujourd'hui
Daya Devi-Doolin
Deanna Proach
Diane Lang
Dolapo Babalola
Domenico Sgambellone
Donna Fletcher Crow
Donna J. Erickson
Doug Johnson
Drew Stevens
Elaine Marie Cooper
Elinor Stutz
Evonne Weinhaus
Fida R. Abbott
Glenda Standeven
G. R. Holton
Grace Hatton
Harlan Goerger
Harriet Hamrock
Helen Macie Osterman
Hunter D. Darden
Ila France Porcher
J.C. Bottensek
Janelle Sanchez
Janet Allen
Janice Weinheimer
Jason & Debby Coleman
Jenny Gallagher
Jesse Birkey
Joan Meijer
Joseph Badal
Judi Chesshir
Karen R. Koenig
Karl Vanghen
Kathleen Murphy Lockwood
Kay Baker
Kelli Sue Landon
Kelly Hashway
Ken Lang
Kerry Quinn
Kevin Lynn Helmick
Larry Peterson
Laurynn C. Bayer
Leo Averbach
Leslie Davenport
Leslie Musoko
Leyland Hazlewood
Licia Johnson
Linda L. Osmundson
Lisa Suggs
Louis F. Hemsey
Lucinda Sue Crosby
Lynn Edgington
Marcia Fine
Mark David Gerson
Maryam Faresh
Michielle DJ Beck
Nahid Sawell
Nancy Alvarez
Nancy Botsford
Natasha N. Mackey
Pamela Miller-Ray
Paula Reuben Vieillet
Paula R. Stiles
Paulette Jones
Penelope Van Buskirk
Renee Gatz
Robin Murphy
Rona Lewis
Rosetta D. Hoessli
Rusty Blackwood
Saverio Monachino
S. Eric Wachtel
Shannon M. Deitz
Sharon Sayler
Shawn Lamb
Shellie Neumeier
Sheri Fink
Shon Hyneman
Simon Casey
Staci Greason
Steve Piacente
Susan Schenck
Tamara Hart Heiner
Tracy Lewis
Tony Deblauwe
Vail Carruth
Valerie Haynes Perry
Victor Kwegyir
Wayne L. Brillhart
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September 17, 2011
"Grippers" (how to get homeless without even trying #13)
(click on the "grippers" tab and scroll down for the previous 12 episodes)
Content review:
1) Intro: "Homelessness and the Grippers"
2) Episode #1: "Meet the Slider family"
3) Episode #2: "Bob Slider is laid off"
4) Episode #3: "Confronting finances over beer & pizza"
5) Episode #4: "Meeting with the landlord"
6) Episode #5: "Running out of money"
7) Episode #6: "Out of money"
8) Episode #7: "Lights out"
9) Episode #8: "Here come the church people"
10) Episode #9: "The Home Visit"
11) Episode #10 "Good news & Bad News"
12) Episode #11 "What about Jake?"
13) Episode #12 "Trick or Treat"
Episode #13: "Getting out of jail--Now what?"
Bob Slider, husband, father, hardworking family man and solid citizen had gone through an unwanted and unexpected metamorphosis. Reborn into a strange world of unemployment, disability and prescription drug addiction, he now found himself being processed into the county jail. After enduring the indifferent, matter-of-fact fingerprinting, mug-shot taking and humiliating strip search, he was placed in a holding cell with a bunch of other guys. Some were laughing, some were crying, some were trembling and some appeared to not give a damn. One thing was the same--they all were wearing freshly laundered orange jump suits with bold, black letters emblazened on the back that said, COUNTY JAIL. As for Bob, his back pain was raging, he was feeling frightened, lost, victimized, misunderstood and strangely, all he could think of was one thing, I need my pills.
Bob, because he had never been in any kind of trouble before, was released at 10 a.m. the following morning on ROR (on his own recognizance). Judi Pavano had to drive Tracey to the jail to pick Bob up because his license had been temporarily suspended and his truck impounded. Judi waited in the car while Tracey met Bob at the jail exit.When he saw his wife he began to cry. She could not believe how pathetic he looked. She, too, began to cry. They hugged each other for several moments and then Bob took a breath and asked Tracey, "You got my pills?"
"Uh---no Bob, I don't. C'mon, let's get you home."
"I need the pills Tracey. I can't believe you didn't bring them. I'm so sick. You don't understand, I need my medicine."
She was a bit stunned that his primary concern was his pills and it was this moment that impacted her with the reality of his addiction "Okay, okay. We'll be home in 15 minutes. Just hold on."
Bob's blood work and urine sample showed that he had more oxycodone and xanax in his system than had been prescribed. His license was officially suspended for six months and he was fined $250.00, the minimum allowed under the law. He also was sentenced to complete a "Law and Substance Abuse" program and received one year probation which also included doing 50 hours of community service. Since his truck was the family's only means of transportation it was released from impound for Tracey to use. Being caught up in the criminal justice system was a miserable, unpredictable and downright scary place to be. Factor in two extremely painful, herniated lumbar discs that almost prevented him from standing up straight and having no money pushed Bob Slider into a deep pit of despair. He was pulling Tracey and Jake with him but Tracey had an unknown inner strength and resolve inside herself that would enable her to pull back and fight the forces working against them.
Next time: Episode #14: "Living with Consequences"
Content review:
1) Intro: "Homelessness and the Grippers"
2) Episode #1: "Meet the Slider family"
3) Episode #2: "Bob Slider is laid off"
4) Episode #3: "Confronting finances over beer & pizza"
5) Episode #4: "Meeting with the landlord"
6) Episode #5: "Running out of money"
7) Episode #6: "Out of money"
8) Episode #7: "Lights out"
9) Episode #8: "Here come the church people"
10) Episode #9: "The Home Visit"
11) Episode #10 "Good news & Bad News"
12) Episode #11 "What about Jake?"
13) Episode #12 "Trick or Treat"
Episode #13: "Getting out of jail--Now what?"
Bob Slider, husband, father, hardworking family man and solid citizen had gone through an unwanted and unexpected metamorphosis. Reborn into a strange world of unemployment, disability and prescription drug addiction, he now found himself being processed into the county jail. After enduring the indifferent, matter-of-fact fingerprinting, mug-shot taking and humiliating strip search, he was placed in a holding cell with a bunch of other guys. Some were laughing, some were crying, some were trembling and some appeared to not give a damn. One thing was the same--they all were wearing freshly laundered orange jump suits with bold, black letters emblazened on the back that said, COUNTY JAIL. As for Bob, his back pain was raging, he was feeling frightened, lost, victimized, misunderstood and strangely, all he could think of was one thing, I need my pills.
Bob, because he had never been in any kind of trouble before, was released at 10 a.m. the following morning on ROR (on his own recognizance). Judi Pavano had to drive Tracey to the jail to pick Bob up because his license had been temporarily suspended and his truck impounded. Judi waited in the car while Tracey met Bob at the jail exit.When he saw his wife he began to cry. She could not believe how pathetic he looked. She, too, began to cry. They hugged each other for several moments and then Bob took a breath and asked Tracey, "You got my pills?"
"Uh---no Bob, I don't. C'mon, let's get you home."
"I need the pills Tracey. I can't believe you didn't bring them. I'm so sick. You don't understand, I need my medicine."
She was a bit stunned that his primary concern was his pills and it was this moment that impacted her with the reality of his addiction "Okay, okay. We'll be home in 15 minutes. Just hold on."
Bob's blood work and urine sample showed that he had more oxycodone and xanax in his system than had been prescribed. His license was officially suspended for six months and he was fined $250.00, the minimum allowed under the law. He also was sentenced to complete a "Law and Substance Abuse" program and received one year probation which also included doing 50 hours of community service. Since his truck was the family's only means of transportation it was released from impound for Tracey to use. Being caught up in the criminal justice system was a miserable, unpredictable and downright scary place to be. Factor in two extremely painful, herniated lumbar discs that almost prevented him from standing up straight and having no money pushed Bob Slider into a deep pit of despair. He was pulling Tracey and Jake with him but Tracey had an unknown inner strength and resolve inside herself that would enable her to pull back and fight the forces working against them.
Next time: Episode #14: "Living with Consequences"
September 16, 2011
Journey Reader - guest post
Journey Reader
September 15, 2011
Guest Post: Larry Peterson, author of Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes
posted by Lea Ryan
I have always wanted to be a writer but my journey to get there followed a convoluted path that found me spending 15 years working in the building trades in New York City, having to leave that business because of something called MS, an acronym for an insidious illness called Multiple Sclerosis, that short circuits your nervous system leaving varied results for different folks, in my case stumbling around like a drunk and then being almost unable to walk at all. That was 30 years ago and, today, after a lot of hard work and prayers, I use no walking aids and get around just like most everyone else.
My wife, Loretta, my three kids and I moved to Florida (doctor's advice) when this was all "going down" and I have been here ever since. Loretta died nine years ago from Melanoma and I married a widow four years ago (a great gal named Marty) who is now undergoing chemotherapy for Lymphoma. I also had prostate cancer and after a radical prostatectomy four and a half years ago, I'm doing great. Seems that cancer is like Al-Queda---always sneaking around and attacking people trying to kill them. Fortunately, due to incredible advances, cancer is not nearly as successful as it use to be although there is still a long way to go before, like Al-Queda, it is irradicated. So---I am a husband, father, grandfather and officially a "senior citizen" and what am I doing now is writing, with one of my genres being children's books. It is my "permanent senior moment". It's ALL GOOD.
Enough of the "me" stuff. Let's get to the book. The title is "Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes". This is my first published children's book and it is about a boy who has slippery feet. No one, not even the smartest doctors around, can figure out why Willie has slippery feet. He just does and that is all there is to it.
Naturally, because of his slippery feet, Willie just slips, slides and spins all over the place. He cannot run because he starts to slide, he cannot climb a tree because his feet slip off the branches and he cannot ride a bicycle because his feet slip from the pedals. Willie hates his slippery feet but what he hates even more are the special shoes that have been made for him that will stop all the slipping and sliding and spinning. Willie thinks that they are the stupidest, ugliest shoes anywhere and he is positive that, if he wears them, everyone will laugh at him. He discovers that sometimes we worry about things about ourselves when actually there was nothing to worry about in the first place.
The message in the book is about accepting "differences" in each other. Many kids think that, in some ways,they are different than other kids; ears are too big, nose is too large, hair does not look right, etc. Often times it can be a self-esteem issue and low self-esteem is one of the reasons some children are succeptible to bullying. The book has an intercative guide that addresses these issues and can be used in a classroom setting.
The book is available in hard cover and e-applications (Kindle, BN, PDF, Google). Tribute Books is the publisher www.tribute-books.com or www.slipperywillie.blogspot.com
September 15, 2011
Guest Post: Larry Peterson, author of Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes
posted by Lea Ryan
I have always wanted to be a writer but my journey to get there followed a convoluted path that found me spending 15 years working in the building trades in New York City, having to leave that business because of something called MS, an acronym for an insidious illness called Multiple Sclerosis, that short circuits your nervous system leaving varied results for different folks, in my case stumbling around like a drunk and then being almost unable to walk at all. That was 30 years ago and, today, after a lot of hard work and prayers, I use no walking aids and get around just like most everyone else.
My wife, Loretta, my three kids and I moved to Florida (doctor's advice) when this was all "going down" and I have been here ever since. Loretta died nine years ago from Melanoma and I married a widow four years ago (a great gal named Marty) who is now undergoing chemotherapy for Lymphoma. I also had prostate cancer and after a radical prostatectomy four and a half years ago, I'm doing great. Seems that cancer is like Al-Queda---always sneaking around and attacking people trying to kill them. Fortunately, due to incredible advances, cancer is not nearly as successful as it use to be although there is still a long way to go before, like Al-Queda, it is irradicated. So---I am a husband, father, grandfather and officially a "senior citizen" and what am I doing now is writing, with one of my genres being children's books. It is my "permanent senior moment". It's ALL GOOD.
Enough of the "me" stuff. Let's get to the book. The title is "Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes". This is my first published children's book and it is about a boy who has slippery feet. No one, not even the smartest doctors around, can figure out why Willie has slippery feet. He just does and that is all there is to it.
Naturally, because of his slippery feet, Willie just slips, slides and spins all over the place. He cannot run because he starts to slide, he cannot climb a tree because his feet slip off the branches and he cannot ride a bicycle because his feet slip from the pedals. Willie hates his slippery feet but what he hates even more are the special shoes that have been made for him that will stop all the slipping and sliding and spinning. Willie thinks that they are the stupidest, ugliest shoes anywhere and he is positive that, if he wears them, everyone will laugh at him. He discovers that sometimes we worry about things about ourselves when actually there was nothing to worry about in the first place.
The message in the book is about accepting "differences" in each other. Many kids think that, in some ways,they are different than other kids; ears are too big, nose is too large, hair does not look right, etc. Often times it can be a self-esteem issue and low self-esteem is one of the reasons some children are succeptible to bullying. The book has an intercative guide that addresses these issues and can be used in a classroom setting.
The book is available in hard cover and e-applications (Kindle, BN, PDF, Google). Tribute Books is the publisher www.tribute-books.com or www.slipperywillie.blogspot.com
September 10, 2011
"Grippers" (how to get homeless without even trying #12)
Episode # 12 "Trick or Treat" (click on the "grippers" tab and scroll down for the previous 11 episodes)
Summer and the balance of September were gone and October had taken the time baton and charged forward. It was Halloween and the Sliders were now full fledged "Grippers" financially drowning and just barely "treading water" as they tried to avoid being sucked under and lost in the abyss of abject poverty. They had been tossed one lifeline which Tracey grabbed onto. Through her friend Judi's recommendation she had been hired as a part-time cashier at the local supermarket. She was working 20 hours a week and being paid $12.00 an hour. Her first bi-monthly paycheck had come in and she had received $390.00. At $780.00 a month they were now $256.00 a month better off than when receiving unemployment. The extra good news was that the possibility of being promoted to full-time was very real.
Bob, unable to collect unemployment, was moving around very slowly because of his injured back. He had qualified for medicaid through the Department of Children & Families and he was going to physical therapy three times a week. He was also taking oxycodone pills three times a day and had been prescribed xanax to help him "relax" . It had taken less than two months for him to become addicted to these pills. The once happy-go-lucky, vibrant, hard working husband and father had turned sullen and quiet and was absorbed in his own personal "pity party" telling his wife, "You just don't understand. You have no idea how much pain I'm in." He was wrong. She understood much more than he thought she did. She realized the pills had changed him dramatically and that all he seemed to be concerned about was having enough of them.
It was 8 p.m. on Halloween. Tracey was next door at Judi's and they had been greeting all the little "trick or treaters" since six o'clock. The onslaught of monsters and ghouls and super-heroes and various other creatures was almost down to a trickle so they went inside to have some coffee and chat. Tracey thought she heard Bob's truck start and hurried to Judi's front door. She was just in time to see his truck going down the street. Wonder where he's going, she thought. Hope he's all right.
He wasn't all right. Having taken too many xanax along with his oxycodone had caused him to "fall asleep" as he pulled into the convenience store a half mile from the house. He proceeded to unceremoniously smash into the side of a new Toyota Corolla. By 9:30 Bob was in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Charges were DUI with property damage. Tracey would not hear from him until 11:30. By then she was frantic about where he might be. When she heard her husband tell her that he needed to be bailed out of jail her mind went momentarily blank and she almost fainted. Fortunately, Judi and Tommy were both there. Judi, standing next to Tracey, quickly put her arm around her and helped her to sit down. She took the phone and began to gather the information from a nervous voiced Bob. Tommy quickly sat next to Jake who had started to cry. More dark days were ahead.
Next time: Episode # 13 " Now what?"
Summer and the balance of September were gone and October had taken the time baton and charged forward. It was Halloween and the Sliders were now full fledged "Grippers" financially drowning and just barely "treading water" as they tried to avoid being sucked under and lost in the abyss of abject poverty. They had been tossed one lifeline which Tracey grabbed onto. Through her friend Judi's recommendation she had been hired as a part-time cashier at the local supermarket. She was working 20 hours a week and being paid $12.00 an hour. Her first bi-monthly paycheck had come in and she had received $390.00. At $780.00 a month they were now $256.00 a month better off than when receiving unemployment. The extra good news was that the possibility of being promoted to full-time was very real.
Bob, unable to collect unemployment, was moving around very slowly because of his injured back. He had qualified for medicaid through the Department of Children & Families and he was going to physical therapy three times a week. He was also taking oxycodone pills three times a day and had been prescribed xanax to help him "relax" . It had taken less than two months for him to become addicted to these pills. The once happy-go-lucky, vibrant, hard working husband and father had turned sullen and quiet and was absorbed in his own personal "pity party" telling his wife, "You just don't understand. You have no idea how much pain I'm in." He was wrong. She understood much more than he thought she did. She realized the pills had changed him dramatically and that all he seemed to be concerned about was having enough of them.
It was 8 p.m. on Halloween. Tracey was next door at Judi's and they had been greeting all the little "trick or treaters" since six o'clock. The onslaught of monsters and ghouls and super-heroes and various other creatures was almost down to a trickle so they went inside to have some coffee and chat. Tracey thought she heard Bob's truck start and hurried to Judi's front door. She was just in time to see his truck going down the street. Wonder where he's going, she thought. Hope he's all right.
He wasn't all right. Having taken too many xanax along with his oxycodone had caused him to "fall asleep" as he pulled into the convenience store a half mile from the house. He proceeded to unceremoniously smash into the side of a new Toyota Corolla. By 9:30 Bob was in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Charges were DUI with property damage. Tracey would not hear from him until 11:30. By then she was frantic about where he might be. When she heard her husband tell her that he needed to be bailed out of jail her mind went momentarily blank and she almost fainted. Fortunately, Judi and Tommy were both there. Judi, standing next to Tracey, quickly put her arm around her and helped her to sit down. She took the phone and began to gather the information from a nervous voiced Bob. Tommy quickly sat next to Jake who had started to cry. More dark days were ahead.
Next time: Episode # 13 " Now what?"
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