Becoming homeless easier than one might think

It broke my heart when I read Jan. 30's letter (andquot;Does Crescent City want tourists to see beggars?andquot;) about the homeless, or as some of those good Christian people called them, beggars.

I would like to tell you how I became homeless.

My husband of 18 years died of a heart attack, and six months before my son was killed - at age 21 - in a car wreck. Two months after my husband died, my house burned down. We had no insurance, of course as it had lapsed the month before.

So a childhood friend of my husband's invited me stay for a little Randamp;R. He turned out to be a meth addict among other things. He stole my car and money and left town in the middle of the night. So there I was, no family, very few friends and scared to death. I spent day after day trying to drink myself to death, but for some reason I could not die. I spent six months of hell on earth.

Yes, I was a beggar. I was so hungry and cold, and so confused. I would go to Wal-Mart and wash up the best I could. I had never had to go dirty, never been alone, had never been hungry, and had had a normal life, but now without any kind of survival skills I had to find a safe place (ha!). I tried behind Safeway (no way) and after that behind Wal-Mart. I also spent one night in front of the vet hall in the shrubs. I would pray so hard for God to show me the way.

So many wonderful people helped me, and finally in December I started care providing. My prayers started to be answered. I would like to thank everyone that believed in me. Without that I would surely be dead.

Some of Crescent City's finest could use a wake up call, or maybe they just need a little humbling. Maybe they just have no heart. Have faith and ignore people who worry the visitors will be offended. Cres-cent City has plenty of pride, but the question remains, who are we to judge others?

Billie DiTucci



Library resignations signal problems must be addressed

A library is the property of its citizens, not a personal fiefdom or power platform. A library should be a haven of thought, creativity and learning, not a building in which initiative is squelched and demeaned.

Our library is in danger of extinction because people who labor at this lowly, beloved building are resigning in numbers too great to be ignored.

Some light needs to be shed upon what I consider to be an egregious problem with our already beleaguered library.

Kathleen Maffett

Crescent City



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