Today's June 18th 2016 from Rich

This is how the day goes by. I have met some guys and a couple of females. The guys in my room are Mike, Ali, and Frank. I met April and Ali has a friend named julie. Today April went three blocks down the street to pick me up an italian Bmt sandwich from subway. On the way back I asked her to get a couple diet pepsi 2liters for me. I give her money to do this, and we discuss everything the day before and its become a habit of mine to send her to the store, rather than go myself. But, I like it so that's what matters. Today's a saturday and I don't have much to do, so let me say this. The store is a long block away and sometimes theres a guy or two trying to steal, as im walking in there. So, what happened was I entered as a cop was dealing with one of those guys roughly two years ago. He asked me to help rush the robber towards the front door and I did. He asked me first if I was the US government, and I said yes. Then, when I got back to the building, the lobby asked what floor do i want to officially stay on. I live on the 5th floor, and i guess i like it, so i said 5 to the lobby staff. And, then they said I earned my floor. I helped the cop and the store out. That made me happy, because switching floors and dealing with knew roommates might become difficult. I have to say a year ago it happened again. I wasn't involved, I just walked in while the police were in there. I bought my stuff and left. The owner liked it that it was me walking in, instead of somebody else. I stayed quiet about that, and then it was like a secret that lasted a week in a half. Then, more people knew about it. The last one was a while ago,I went in there around 430pm it was getting darker out. This time it was worse, I was asked to sit down at there picnic table, and then a guy from are building got up and left. A few minutes went by and the workers asked me to get up and walk towards him and the two robbers.I tryed to help by walkking towards them. Thats all i could do. So, I dodged down and an aisle and came back through another aisle and made that robber guy back up. He went towards there back room. Then I got back to shopping for some stuff. Then, I knew the worker and the robber had really been in a slap fight. I was being there ringed up, and then the guy took my hat. I left the owner and the worker after answering the owners question. It's up to you what you want to do next. So, I left after putting my hat in my pocket. When I got back to the lobby they spoke directly to me and the owner and I said the guy took my hat. Thier having a problem at the store. The lobby called the police and helped the store. It seem,ed awesome at the time, when the store got helped. Arrest those criminals. I'll Sign out for now.

June 16, 2016

O.K. - Helllo This is updated as of June 16th 2016. A blog, and possible diary for the long run. On the posts below this one, they show a transition in my life, from before as of late May 2013. The Dad died, that was exactly the family crisis. At first the people in the family said he went to the hospital for a bad back, a sliped disk. Then they said he had cancer, so I changed the bank account to the one a block away from the house, Bank O Popular. His whole dieing time, took a month or so. I knew I was on Soc. Sec. Medicare, and thought maybe I'll end up being ok with assisted living. I stoped trusting everyone in the family but, I was still hoping they would help, or be there in the long run. The months leading up to this, nurses were coming to look after gramma and help her in the morning. Maintaining her was hard on me, the woman in the morning, and the dad guy. This time of looking after her and dealing with TV's was a year and 2 month's that went by. So, after the dad died; a month or so later I called the paramedic's. The sisters were in and out of the house with groceries, as time went on. I wanted to get my heart checked and get a sleeping pill. I needed some rest. I woke up that day not knowing I was going to call them. I ended up waking up a couple times, once I saw a clock it said 1 am. and another time, it was dark out and I thought I was in an ambulance. Then, I ended up at Nothshore Hospital. Then basicly, they offered the idea to me, of going to a nursing home. I decided yes, that would help me much more than assisted living. Assisted living means when I run out of food go to the grocery store and get it. Or, use what were trying to provide for you. A Nursing home means just come downstairs to the lunchroom and get your meal. They nickname it Café 901. OK for me what made me happy! was making some money. It's not the bank it's the name of it. Chase. So, the last few days at the condo I was a little scared. There were people from the apartment across from me. When I was coming in one day, they grabed me for a second or two. I knew they were young guys and thought I was ok but, my back hurt for a little while and then it went away. The next day the police came and arrested one of them, out in the parking lot, as I was looking out the window. The guy was swearing pretty loud even as he was being arrested so, I thought he was a real asshole. I couldn't fall asleep; I made scrambled eggs at 3 in the morning, and then I passed out. That's how the week was going. After a stint at Northshore hospital I ended up here at Albany Care. At first I saw the two sista's that helped me get back to the condo and grab some clothes, and belongings. That was a big help I thanked them for that,( in the moment )we even stoped at taco bell; and sang shaft I shot the sherrif but I did not shoot the deputy. They gave me a few dollars and we all said we cared. Later, I saw my cousin joanna, she gave me a twenty and put a picture of me on facebook. So, now it's been a while, and what can i say accept thanks.