There she was.. Her specture haunts me. I was stuck trembling three people away from her. "Shes not real! Shes not real!" I kept telling myself as i regularly now. Not a Month goes by that I don't see her. Does she not want me to forget her? Is her spirit in need of my help? What help could I offer? Or is this a cruel punishment for the Grimm reality that she was "unsavable" I sure hope not.


The fall breeze blew in on the car door beside me as shut the driver side door of my black Hyundai Sonata. I turned around and began to walk away from my street parked location. "I sure hope this is the place" I said to myself passing the rear end of my vehicle towards the sidewalk to my left rear. I briskly and cautiously approached a building building passing two african american women who were parked behind me and were also headed to the same destination. One of the women gently pressed her keyfaub initating her armed car alarm. I quickly realized it would be a wise choice to do the same as I initiated mine as well. I looked towards a building painted blue with a screen door opened which I believed to be the one I was told a day prior to meet a social worker who I had chatted with during a phone call. Clenched in my left hand i held a white note card With "Blue building on Corner called Home Serenity" dilapidated 20 th century old apartment home turned apartment that now housed food aid to the homeless, poor, and needy. Standing in metro Toledo where crime, and drug abuse rampit. The type of place the...