By John Kelly, columnist
The Washington Post
December 16, 2015
“I hate it when I see it. I hate to see people’s stuff sitting out on the street,” said Rosemary Yorn, 51.
Rosemary went through it herself in 2005. She’d been gainfully employed, doing payroll for several federal agencies, when a complicated pregnancy put her on bed rest. She lost her job. She fell three months behind on the rent for the Landover Hills, Md., apartment where she lived with two of her sons. Then she gave birth to a healthy daughter.
Rosemary had applied for financial help from a social service organization, but the check couldn’t be delivered. It was around the Fourth of July, and delinquents had blown up her mailbox with a firecracker. She was in a cab, returning from the agency, when she saw the contents of her apartment near the curb.
What do you in such a situation?
“The first thing I said was, ‘Lord, please, let this be a dream,’ ” Rosemary remembered.
It wasn’t. She tried to comfort herself with a thought: “If you pay attention to the stuff that you don’t have, you’re gonna lose. So you always got to be thankful for the things that you do have.”
What Rosemary had was just enough money to rent a truck and put her things in storage. She was homeless with three children, one a newborn.
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