I decided to apply and attended the next applicant information meeting which was sometime in August 2003. I did everything by the book: brought all my paperwork in, sat with the Family Services Coordinator, and answer many questions. A few weeks later, I received notification that I qualified for the financial portion and that the "Needs Assessment Team" would need to come visit me to see if I really 'needed' a Habitat house.
I was cautiously happy, anxious, excited and almost shocked... so, I waited for my appointment to welcome them to my apartment. By that time, other tenants and I had gotten into a big dispute over our rents with the landlord and I was almost ready to go to a shelter with my girls. I knew I couldn't afford the rent plus my bills and I was not willing to sleep in the street with them. Luckily, I was visited by the "Needs Assessment Team" and on that Indian Summer day in October, all the drug dealers, prostitutes and roaches were out parading as if it was Mardi Gras!
Within a few weeks, I received notification that I passed Hartford Habitat's second criteria, which is the need for simple, decent housing. They confirmed what I already knew: my girls and I lived in an overcrowded apartment situated in a neighborhood that was not fit for none of us to be in. So, I got invited to the third step: my willingness to partner day.
During "willingness to partner", many families who had met the first two requirements (be financially able to afford the mortgage plus the bills and have the need for a simple, decent home) were invited to build -- or do whatever we were asked to do. I remember that day being one very tough day as my bad back was put to the test filling wheelbarrows with mud that slid down a hill and then hauling it up to back-fill the erosion caused by the rain. Aida, Jenny and Dan, Jami, LaShawn and myself spent half-day hauling mud. It killed us!
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| Steve Z. - my good friend! |
That December, I also moved with my girls to my Mom's basement in Hartford... that was the most depressing situation I had ever (EVER) been in and making my daughters go through that was probably one of the hardest things I ever did.
