This is a continuation of Katrina’s story.  If you haven’t read the first post, it’s down below!  If you’re interested in Peter’s case, it’s under stories (upper right corner).  Thanks!

Several weeks of working together had gone by.  We were focused on finding housing, and helping her meet her medical needs- her dialysis was performed at least weekly.  One Wednesday, she called, wanting to meet.   We did.

“Do you think you could take me to get my sister?”

I’d heard about her sister on several occasions, but hadn’t met her.  I knew she was the main motivation for her pursuit of a two-bedroom apartment.  “Sure.  We can go see her.”  We drove across town.  They spoke about the apartment (the applications had been turned in several weeks before) and Katrina reassured her that they would be living together soon.  Her sister was homeless too, I learned, and was finishing high school.  I couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency.  Katrina continued to see her every week.  Each time they cried together.  Each time Katrina, being the proverbial older sister, reassured her it would be okay.  I saw the toll this burden was taking.  Katrina was worn out because on top of her own problems, she felt a responsibility for her sister.  She was the key for her sister to have a chance in life.  Finishing school, stay off the streets, college.  Normal things every individual deserves.  Katrina and her sister- along with thousands of people- didn’t have these opportunities.  They were kicked down the mountain, without rope, without water.   They were trying to climb.  I hoped we could help her along the way.

Finally, she got the call.  She had been approved for a 2 bedroom apartment; Section 8.  We went to look at it, to make a list of the items she needed, where they’d go, etc.  I was impressed.  While the neighborhood was not the best, the complex itself had been renovated- the apartment looked brand new.  Katrina was beyond ecstatic- it was the most alive I had ever seen her.  

“Alright” I said, “we need to get you some furniture.” 

We worked for two weeks, looking for donations, shopping at thrift stores and Goodwill.  Her money was tight, but the idea of finally being reunited with her sister made that a moot point.  We got her moved in.  A home.

Finally, she got some much deserved good luck.  Things were turning around for her.  But, it seems that it was only a small amount of good fortune.  Life, has a way of choosing some to be eternally cursed.  Katrina was due for a reminder.