Sammy lay on her mat in a smelly hall of the filipino hallway, he cheap cell phone in hand and her fingers working slow, tears rolling down her beautiful face. She said, Mahal (that is name she gave me, the word for I love you) why has God forgotten me?
Sammy is one girl among many in a big family, a broken family. She has been trying to raise her sisters Emy and Jan and Janut and a little brother. The dad's are different for each of then and forsook the kids long ago, as if he never was. The mother moved on to new men.
Up until a year ago they lived with their grandpa a old man on a farm. A farm he was too old to work. The house was more a shack then a house and not even a good shack. The roof was of tin, half wall of cinder block and open half they had straw shutters. They cooked over a cinder block cooking pit. They had a singe light hanging down in the each of the two rooms.
The comfort room was a small half blocked in area with a toilet with out a seat just the porcelain base. A buckets of river water used to dump over them to bath or a big metal tube to take a bath in. No running water, no TV, no nice leather covered chairs.
Grandpa planted rice and melons, and hoped the many storms and hurricanes did not wipe him out. When he had been wiped out, he has Sammy ask her American friend to do him favor an help by seed and later some fertilizer. At 78 he knew he was all these kids had and he must bring in crop. They ate fish from the river and a lot of coconuts.
Sammy had two weakness she loved her coffee and she loves fruit. Sammy is a good cook and made bread when she could and rice. Things were hard but she found away to smile and would do without so her younger sisters had food.
Then while working in the heat grandpa had a heartattck. They had to get a neighbor to get them to the hospital. The hospital refused to do any treatment till paid. Sammy begged me to send funds, I did but they were too late. Sammy cried and I cried with her.
She quit school because now at 17 she must find a job and way to take care of sisters. I would help as my means are small it wasn't much. I no longer go to a local church, I worship God with my own in home service. So I help her and others as I can, it's my way of tithing and giving to others as God gives to me.
But my two thousand pesos each week do not go far. Emy the youngest seemed to need shoes and even to keep kids in school you have to pay for it, no free school. Yet Sammy she worked at jobs she could find and somehow kept a faith in God and a smile.
Then a storm came and as the made their way to a shelter carrying what food they had the storm took off the rood, ripped away the shutters. And Sammy said rich they give us no food but we can buy some noodles and rice, please Mahal can you give a few extra pesos? I did and took what little I had in saving and paid for a roof to be put back on.
Only a couple months later the government took the farm as they said taxes owes. The six homeless and no place to go but streets. Again I took all I could to pay for a rent on a hut. Then Sammy became very ill and the girls got her to hospital and again they refused to do anything without money. They said she needed heart surgery, and I knew without Sammy what would kids do, I borrowed money and paid for it.
When she was let out she was not well and they had to do it over a heart valve had to be replaced. While she was so sick Jaunt stopped school went to work, no way I could pay food, medical and rent. The struggle was real but the love these girls showed, they are what a family is. Trouble seemed to live on their door step.
While Sammy still unable to do more then sit up and fighting infection, Juant got food poisoning, and now both in hospital and Jan take job in bar serving tables, the brother went to mom and Emy still had to taken care of. Two things happens days apart.
Juanet died, the poisoning won, and Jan on way from work to hospital was hit by car. I did not have the funds for so much, Sammy took a loan to pay for Jaunet and Jans wake. I agreed to help make the payments.
They lost the hut and had to go boarding house and things looking better, Emy and Sammy working to gather, Sammy working at anything she could find and emy going to school when she could or working washing bottles.
The boarding house has bad water and emy got sick. A new loan was taken but Emy got better and the girls had smiles. Then it happens what will take us to the present shortly. The people showed up demanding all the loan be paid now, they needed the funds and though no payment missed they had Sammy put in jail.
Emy contacted me, asked help Sammy, I talked Sammy we tried to get them let her out, tried explain in jail Sammy can't work. They demanded pay first, Sammy is small girl the other girls beat her, make he scrub toilet with bare hands. They steal any food Emy takes her.
I do all I can, I borrow here I borrow there and I keep sending what I can to get her released. I got all the loan sent but they said no, demanded interest. Sammy messenger me, why has God forsaken me. I need to die you and Emy be better off.
I said hang on, I will try to find more, I found a new loan, but late last night Emy text me, jail called her, something wrong with Sammy. Sammy cut her self, trying to end life. Now bill is paid, and she in hospital again, and Emy crying and Sammy has infection and not sure if she will live or die.
I tried to tell her God had not left her, and she and Emy not a burden. The burden is her poor and me poor and the weight is money. It's heavy load if you have it or not. I know Gods great love, and he has mercy, yet life is about us and the choices we make.
So I pray Gods will be done. Why tell this story? We get to looking around us, and our apartments not big enough houses not great enough and woe are we. I assure you these seeking asylum in our country are like Sammy in many cases. We have storms our shelters feed you, you get sick our hospitals cannot refuse to treat you.
We have food banks, and we have food stamps and we have shelters for homeless and kids put into foster programs. Yes if you have bread you have cheese and and meat. It's not this way everywhere. I beg God forgiveness I failed my friends and I beg you to be thankful. If the spelling is bad or grammar poor, I am sorry I write this with eyes filled with tears,