Catholic Charities entered my life thirty years ago – all for the good!
On May 8, 1987, my beloved mother, Rose, was taken to heaven by Jesus. Finding myself in our empty home, alone, I couldn’t function. I couldn’t shut off the lights; eating even a small meal made me feel guilty. I sat up in bed all night and couldn’t shut my eyes. My good brother, Anthony, would stop by every morning on his way to work to check on me, and find my sitting in the parlor, wide awake. Our doctor had him take me in for a check-up, fearful that I would also pass away. He called a hospital for services and they arranged for Catholic Charities to bring in their counselor.
Doreen, the first of three, came to my home for about 3 years, to help me – and she did. I was finally able to donate my mom’s lovely clothing to those needy.
I should mention that I am a polio survivor from 1950, paralyzed from the waist down. With extensive therapy, through many years, I went from long leg braces and crutches to short leg braces and a walker.
With your counselor’s help, I was able to live alone in my home (with my brother checking on my daily) until September 2012 (with hired help for housework and laundry). On September 25, 2012, I fell and broke my right leg, which resulted in me now using a wheelchair and also having to hire a caregiver. Wednesday of this week, I called Catholic Charities for help once more, helping to find a compatible giver of care.
For the past 30 years, I have never forgotten the kindness and help given to me by your Catholic Charities special angels. Thank you so very much.