You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby Part I

One Christmas, we were homeless.

It was nine years ago. The Boy had just turned two. My world as I knew it had just fallen apart. My folks had divorced after six years. My mom moved away and there wasn’t much going for us in VA. The Man Beast and I had been together for two years and while we were deeply in love, we were still babies trying to live in a grown up world.

It all started out innocently enough. A shut off notice here. A burned engine there. Eviction notices bounced us from apartment to apartment. Eventually, we lived in extended stay hotels. We learned that the Salvation Army had a program for families. They provided a furnished apartment for down-on-their-luck families. The Man Beast was working at Busch Gardens Williamsburg (now Busch Gardens Europe). He was informed that he could transfer down to FL and get a job at Busch Gardens Africa (formerly The Dark Continent). We figured things were a total bust in VA, so it was worth a shot.

So, while The Boy and I were living in Salvation Army sponsored housing, The Man Beast went down to FL to get established. The plan was he would work and get us a place to live and we’d head down there in a month.

You know what they say about the best laid plans, right? They went south – quickly.

The Man Beast got down to FL only to find that the paperwork had failed to go through, so he was down there without a job and without a place to live.

One night, The Man Beast had decided to stay at a cheap motel. He woke up the next day to find the car broken into. All of our belongings (except for The Boy’s and my clothes, which were still with us up in VA) were gone. Forever. After the very little money that Man Beast had ran out, he lived out of the car.

He hopped from rest stop to rest stop until the cops finally told him to stop. He still did it; he just stayed out of the cops’ radar.

The Man Beast eventually gets a job at Disney. He saves a bit of money to buy The Boy and I plane tickets. In the process, he gets desperately sick.

Because he needs to work to make money, he muddles through working. He stops eating because he’s so sick and because he doesn’t have enough cash on him on a daily basis.

A month later, The Boy and I fly down. We couldn’t stay any longer in the Salvation Army sponsored apartment because we’d already given notice. Besides, with it being the holiday season, there was a waiting list for our apartment.

I remember the afternoon we got off the plane well. We flew into Orlando on a little plane that was very crowded. I had The Boy’s carseat because he was still so young. There were six other passengers on the plane. I remember trying to carry the baby, my purse, a diaper bag and a carseat. I also remember bumping into a business lady on the plane as I was trying to exit and her giving me a dirty look.

I just wanted to cry.

It had been a month since I saw The Man Beast – the longest we’d ever been apart. I missed him terribly and I couldn’t wait to see him. When I finally did see him, I hardly recognized him. He had lost so much weight and looked very, very bad. He asked if I had any money on me and when I told him yes he said, “Let’s go eat.”

We had Denny’s that day. It was wonderful to have the family back together again. But the feeling was short lived.

The question remained – where would our family stay? The Man Beast was still living out of the car. We obviously could not all sleep in the car (although now that everything was stolen, there was a bit more room in our two-door Dodge Shadow).

The answer was very, very bleak.

To be continued…

Until next time,

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4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Ronnica on December 19, 2008 at 5:22 pm

    Oh, Iva. I just want to reach back 9 years and give you a big ole hug. I look forward to reading the rest of the story. Thank you for sharing these dark days!

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  2. Posted by Sparky ♥ ∞ on December 19, 2008 at 8:30 pm

    Gosh, that’s so tragic! I also want to reach back there and send a CyberHug. Sweetie and I have given money to people stranded at Rest Stops, especially if they have children. I sometimes wonder what the whole story was (I don’t ask, feel like that’s personal). So, thank you for sharing. Maybe this is God telling me to not give up on sharing when we can. I’ll be awaiting Part Duex of the story. Christian ((Hugs)) ♥ ∞

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  3. Posted by Linda on December 19, 2008 at 9:23 pm

    I do believe you and I have spoken about this..haven’t we? Iva, dear, there are 2 kinds of people in the world..1. Who gives up or 2. People who never give up. Your the latter. God gives us things he knows we can handle. Aren’t you the one told me that? Iva dear..I know how painful it for you to relieve this..just know I am here. Prayers

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  4. Posted by Iva on December 22, 2008 at 3:33 pm

    Here’s my thinking: if we felt convicted, we should give and not think twice about it. All too often, we like to think ‘Well, if I give them money, what are they going to do with it? Blow it?’

    I don’t think us giving them money is about us at all. It’s about answering a call. We’re led to give – not question.

    I’m sure I’ve given money to people who have blown it. But I have no way of knowing where those people are now. They might have turned their life around. And I might have been that stepping stone to do it.

    Never, ever underestimate the power of giving from your heart.

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