6 years ago this March, 4 US Marshalls escorted me shackled on a flight to Canada. I had a jailhouse uniform of gray track pants, a wife beater and a sweatshirt. I had a box with books, my comb, a toothbrush and a pair of running shoes. $26 in my pocket, No ID, no contacts but some estranged distant family here in Canada. I spent $13 on a shuttle from Pearson to Union Station to put a fellow deportee on a train to Montreal so they could get to their family. I walked across the street to the Royal York, put my box down, sat on it and marveled at how thin Canadians are and realized how cold it was without a coat here.
Made it to Ottawa after a couple weeks of bouncing around Toronto streets and a friend brought Vivian (my Volvo) from the US. I lived in Vivian for the next 5 months working for every agency here in town at the same time and starved. I was lucky to do an appointment a week because I was "too old". I lived off of dinners from guys on Quest and washing up in the Tim Hortons around the city. I slept in the Kettleman's parking lot and down at the Byward Museum watching the city at night.
Hurricane Katrina had pushed gas up to $1.35. I was being sent to Rockland and Almont for $90 after agency fees. A guest talked me into going independent but I didn't understand the online business here and didn't have a computer. I used Quest aquaintences computers for the first couple of months. I literally lived on carrots, yogurt and a couple of hot meals a week from Quest guys. Sometimes I would order way too much food so I could have some for later and I would make it last for days. The poor guys must have thought I was a greedy cow! If you are reading this...I apologize!
I didn't realize how traumatized I was then, I just toodled around and smiled doing my thing. A Quest dinner date handed me keys to his place and told me to come over if I needed a shower or a safe place to lie down. We have become life long friends. I have started over a couple of times in my life, but this time was by far the financially poorest ever. It has been a bit of a roller coaster but I don't fear being dispossessed anymore. I know I could lose everything I have and I would be fine. I was happy altho a little stressed. I am still amazed at the patience and kindness so many people showed me. Not a day goes by that I don't look around and give thanks to what I have. Life is still a little hectic but I get by and that's really all I need...
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