Previously we reported on 2 children abusing their 76 year old dad (Mr. Elias) - in order to pilfer the live savings and Fen Phen settles of their mom and dad. Which is being made morose by the fact that a Judge says he can do nothing about the kids changing the Deed into their name, borrowing money and evicting their dad.
Intolerable is as Absurd does!
Today, we bring you another such case with Thanks to good citizens who turned the mud of life into Christmas cheer. Ms. Adrianna Goldstein is 85 years old, suffered cancer now - for the fourth time. Her step son wheel chaired her drugged and dying husband into the banks - right before he died - then signed her name off the accounts and took everything. Including stealing her birth certificate from Spain and her French, Israel and US Passport - so that she could not easily get help from her destitution.
After all that - now having near blinding catarac's and getting radiation therapy; Ms Goldstein ran into the wicked witch of the west who forced her to sleep on a 4 ft curved sofa and seemed to subconsciously (at least one would hope that is why)enjoy when the Witch tortured her.
Funny way - how I met Ms Goldstein. I learned of possible yiddish roots very late in life. The woman whom we thought was our Grandmother on my Mom's side; was actually my step - grandmother. As a result I began to pay attention beyond my regular New Yorker's slang(s) of psoris, putz and mussugahnah. Wound up working for Chabad charities and making life long friends and solved my upset stomach by going to shavitz meals and separating meat from dairy.
When high holidays rolled around I found myself in a non kosher restaurant on Yom Kippur. Feeling guilty somewhat, even though I am part Christian, part yid, part aethist; I called my son confessing that I had failed to go to any of our new friends house on Rushashanah - despite abundance of invitations. Now it is shavitz Yom and I am eating none kosher; asking my son - should I feel guilty.
After I finished the call - this dear sweat 85 year old 78 lbs lady tapped me on my shoulder and said
"Did I hear you say Shabbot"?
Ms Goldstein then told me how she rides the bus 3 times a week to eat at Ricci's restaurant; which is where she and her husband went to for years.
She told me of the story of her son stealing her/her husband's estate and Passports; where he said she would never get a dime of the money.
Made my heart sad - as she told me how she had lived with a wonderful woman; having to share a space because her step son took her life savings and all means of transport - plus Passports - too.
It is a much longer story (why my cars' keep getting stolen) - as my enemies are huge and ruthless; but the vehicle I was driving is another's and I could only offer her but this one promise. "You can no longer say you cannot go - once you know or desire to go on a day your chemo and radiation has not gotten the best of you; call me and I will do all in my power to make sure you can go".
Then I wrote my cell number on a napkin.
Having not heard from her for a week, I called Ricci's restaurant and spoke to the cashier who often fed Ms. Goldstein out of her own pocked (an angel for sure).
The cashier informed me that Ms Goldstein withheld from me that things were bad for her. Worse than that - Adrianna was going in for her cancer surgery for the 3rd time. Previously, in the span of life - Ms Goldstein had suffered through breast cancer, as well as much time before Ovarian cancer and now colon cancer; where Adrianna was going in for surgery in about a week.
So I returned to the restaurant and spoke to Ms Goldstein again. I learned that she did not think much of the up coming surgery; as she said it is all in G-d's hands.
Then Adrianna Goldstein told me how she escaped the German slaughter of everyone in her town, including men, women and children; where she and the young boy (not the evil step son) laid down in the dead bodies to escape execution. After such an episode Adrianna said - what is cancer!
Ms Goldstein sad she was going to the hospital for surgery in a few days and asked if I would come to her creamation; if the worse would occur. My heart did a thud - I did Not know a great deal about Jewish law - but I did know that cremation is against the code and rules from Moses. Calling my friends and arranging for a proper Jewish burial - should the worse occur.
I drove Adrianna home that day - and then I met the Wicked Witch of the West. Ms. Goldstein was paying around $500 per month - plus sharing expenses and this woman refused to let Adrianna have a bed to sleep on - because it looked bad; forcing Ms. Goldstein to sleep on a 4 ft curved couch.
Worse than that - being from that German age - Adrianna has a deathly fear of gas stoves when windows are closed. This Wicked Witch of the West would not turn on the central heat; instead she delighted in locking down the windows and turning on the gas stove. Ms. Goldstein called me often - in tears; begging that I come and let her sleep in the work truck.
We have gone to many an agency and even tried to get her to room with others; always ending in disaster or finding state agencies unwilling to assist someone with such a strong French accent and no passport (dam 9/11 rules).
The Christmas Miracle happened due to the Mud of life.
Thanks to good samaratians who wish to remain anonymous - (RT, TC, ArK, KC) - we moved Adrianna to a hotel where she has her own bed, electric heat and the 75 year old maintaince man has become a protector and "boyfriend" of Ms. Goldstein. With the grocery store only 1 block away and on the same bus route to her favorite restaurant. The good people only need to help us pay 1 and 1/2 weeks room as Adrianna insists on paying the rest.
Ms. Goldstein is happy now - though, despite the Wicked Witch's constant calls for Adrianna to come back (woman misses the money) - Ms. Goldstein says she misses all the others in the neighborhood back there.
This December - if we have done nothing else in our life - despite whether you believe in G-d or not; the universe took a guilty guy and turned my wayward ways - into the G-d send for one in need. To those great samaratians who wish to remain anon - here is your New Years thank you; you are anon - yet immortalized in net stone here. Thanks!
We cannot save all the world at once; but due to the good heart of othes - the mud of life can get a shinning clean gleam!