My children are driving me crazy

Dear Pastor,

I am writing this letter to tell you about myself, and asking you if you could help me to contact Food For The Poor. My parents never pushed me forward; they pushed me backwards. I love to read your columns. My father died and left a little two-bedroom dwelling. I have three boys and one girl, which I regret. The youngest boy built his house on the dwelling. He blocked up two windows, and he built his verandah next to the front door. It is like an oven; only one window is left to the west. I have been sitting up at nights, crying. When I wake in the mornings, I wake with a headache. My pressure is sometimes 195 over 180.

The next thing is that when my daughter comes by, she comes with her man and her daughter. When her daughter and her man start to smoke weed and cigarettes, they keep the door open until one o'clock. I had to ask them if it was a bar or a dancehall. I am very poor. I cannot build a house for myself. I had to work and do people's housework to maintain my parents, my brother, and my four children. I am a pauper today. They don't help me. Where I live, the people there cry shame on them. They treat me badly.

People had to stop the first and third boys from telling me indecent language. I am not looking for a handout. I would love if I could get a little house so that I could leave this one.

I would be glad if you could contact Food For The Poor on my behalf. My parents never spent money on me; they worked me out. I am their only daughter. When I was 12 years old, a man who was passing by in a car touched me on my breast and gave me four shillings. And when I was 16 years old, three good men came asking for me and she chased them away. I got three jobs and the lady gave me my fare. My aunt took it and bought a basin of fish and ate them all. She died at age 47. I am full of stress. Please pray for me. Thank you, and God bless you.

C.H.

Dear C.H.,

I understand your problem. But I cannot recommend you to Food For The Poor. I do not know you. I suggest, however, that you should contact the minister of the church you attend and ask him or her to assist you. I do not fully understand your letter. Your children should protect you, but according to what you have said, they are not. They are making life very difficult for you. Perhaps you should try to find the councillor or your member of parliament and ask for assistance. You ought to know a justice of the peace in your area; talk to one also. Somebody has to verify what you are saying. So don't sit and feel sorry for yourself. I wish I can be of better help to you. Believe me, I am not ignoring you. Keep knocking on different doors and someone will respond to you and help you. Talk to your pastor first.

Pastor