The Tables Have Turned

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For all of my friend's who were concerned about me being evicted, I have excellent news. The tables have been turned and now the government will be investigating this place. I have been dragged through all kinds of hell in the last six months. The administrator made up lies about me and attempted to evict me from my home. Although, I was trusting God, things did not look good for me at all. So I began to desperately search for a place to stay. But God was not making a way for me to move. I got so afraid that I began to question my faith and think that God had forsaken me. I had no choice be to go to court on October 22, and this is when things started to turn around. Because I was afraid if ending up out on the street, I had not paid my rent in three months. But then, because I was stressed out, I was spending like I had lost my mind. I even ended up having over $500 in overdraft fees, which the next months rent covered. Then when I went to court on the 22nd, after their lawyer had tried to intimidate me, the trial started and the judge insisted on hearing my whole story, over the objection of the lawyer. When he saw the eviction notice that they have given me, he could not believe his eyes. He asked the administrator, "Who do you think you are, God? You are not above the court and can not evict anyone. He said, if you had told me that I was evicted, I would not have paid rent either. Since the judge had never heard of something so stupid, he did not know how to rule on the case. He said that he would need to do research on mail us his decision. The letter came a couple of weeks ago. The judge had ruled for me and against them and they have to pay the court fees. But this was not the end, because I knew that they had been getting away with a lot of mess in the three years that I have been here alone. So after not getting any help from the people I had e-mailed before, I e-mailed the Department Of Mental Health in Sacramento. He contacted the state licensing person who is over this facility and sent him the three page letter that I had typed. This is the same one that said that I would never get the opportunity to go to court and hung up in my face when I attempted to call him to help me. You see, when he came out, not only did he not investigate the things that I had said, but he took the side of the facility and basically told me that I had no rights. Then I saw him here on Thursday and he looked like he wanted to speak to me, but I had no more to say to him. Then to my surprise, I get a call from him on Friday saying that he had cited the facility for trying to evict me illegally and that he would be investigating the things in the letter. He was only trying to cover his butt. He knows that he can be fired for lying to me and not trying to help me. Right now, I am just mellow about the whole thing and waiting to see what God would have me to do next. The biggest hurdle for me now is trying to get the people that live here with me to realize that they do not have to be afraid to speak up for themselves when they are done wrong. But they are so afraid of being evicted. Even though I have let them know that they can not be evicted for speaking up for their rights. A lot of them have sustained injuries from the cheap furniture. Some of them have seen friend's needlessly die or come close to dying. Some have been cursed at, yelled at, or insulted and they feel like they have no choice but to deal with it and that makes me very angry. I am going to continue to pray that God replaces the workers here that do not care, with ones that do. God has proved himself faithful to me once again. And people wonder why he is everything to me. I love him so, so much.