In July 2005 the rain came down, the wind blew, and suddenly and unexpectedly I was without a doubt displaced. (Displaced sounds more palatable than homeless.) Abruptly, my car became my “new” home. I could not believe it! Life as I knew it had changed. What at first seemed to be an easy resolve, overnight became a relentless nightmare. It was hard to accept that my insurance company, which happily received my payments annually, had become my worst enemy, 

Living out of my car was interesting, to say the least. Many nights I fell asleep in my back seat with a hammer for protection and a flashlight to see what I needed to hit—all the while asking, “God, where are You?” and pleading, “Please help me.” 

Throughout my life I’ve experienced some very exigent situations; yet no matter what happened, I could »

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