You know that every deed, good or bad, has a consequence. It would make sense that being just a good person comes without a cost. Helping your fellow neighbor is not as simple as helping. I do believe that there are great people in this world, who would pay it forward when their time of crisis is up. I truly do. What I do not believe is that I have ever met one. Which makes me beg the question: What is the price for being a decent person? I am going to take you on a little journey, of a good deed that went horribly wrong. I know the price of being a decent human, and it is far too high.
As you well know, I live in an HOA community. You can read that story here. I do call it the neighborhood from Hell, but, as this is my home, I try to make the best of the situation. We chose to move into the rural area, surrounded by heavy woods and plenty of wildlife. I want for nothing when it comes to the location of my home. 2 years ago, we moved into our current home, which is within walking distance from our first home.
A little background goes a long way
The background to this story is that just before we were to move we were approached by the woman who lived across the street. She stated that she had fallen on some hard times (read: drugs) and was ready to turn her life around. I am such a sucker for the underdog, I immediately said yes to her request to move in and pay rent. That was where I went wrong. You see the price for being a decent person here is now that my first home is being condemned. There is sewage spilling into the yard. There are hypodermic needles littering the beautiful green belt. The power has been off for quite some time, and there is no running water.
When she first moved in, she paid rent and made herself a little garden in the front. Nice curb appeal. Then one day as I drove past it, I noticed that the wood stove pipe was gone. Strange. Up here if you do not have wood heat the winters tend to get super cold. The door is kicked in. You can see from the street the presumably stolen property littering the yard. You see, now I assume the worst about the entire situation.
I honestly can say that the price of being a good person is much to rich for my blood.
Squatters Have More Rights than you know
The term squatters is not the nicest, but it does paint a vivid picture. As it turns out, they do have rights. Why? I couldn’t tell you. But, I can tell you that I am tired of being looped into the same category as these wretched people. I know that someone will chime in and tell me that they are sick people. That maybe I should have mercy on them because they have a disease. Well, I just do not buy it. I believe that the price of being a good person depends on the person. My price happens to be leans and fines, for just trying to help.
Landlordstation.com states that there are two categories that what you and I would consider squatters fall into. The first is true squatting. That means that they have proof that they have received mail and otherwise are tenants. The site states that these people often times have false documents and police then have to sort out who is legit and who is not. Which as we know, can take a really long time.
The second category is what landlordstation.com calls trespassers. That is a person who breaks in and has nothing in the home to make it look lived in. These people are easier to get rid of than the true squatters. Removing a true squatter requires help from the courts.
Down The Road The Price Of Being A Decent Person
I think that there will always be a price, as long as there are good people. I want to say that my problems are over and that the situation has been resolved. That would be a lie, and I just can’t lie to you. Every day, there seems to be one more thing added to the list of pages of problems, ranging from legal battles with our HOA to bigger problems, like them wanting to terminate our lease, in the home we are living in. I actually just got that letter today.
Preservation is something that is a proven trait of us humans, good or bad. So my troubles are many at the moment, I know that at the end of each day, I was trying to be a decent person. I wanted to make a difference in one person’s life. Nevermind that difference had more negative effects on others, I know that my intentions were of the purest form.
If you have ever dealt with squatters, whether it was of your own property or a neighboring vicinity, you have my deepest respect. I hope your troubles were resolved rather quickly (as the court allowed) and your out of pocket expenses were light. I know the burden you have carried. I feel your pain.
On The Other Side
If you happen to know someone who deals with this situation, and can offer a kind word or tip of any kind, I would appreciate you sharing this with them. In the meantime, do not give up on being a decent person. Do not give up on humanity. I know that my price for being a good person was and is through the roof, but carry this with you. If I had to do it over again, I would. Admittedly, things would be so different, but I would still help her. That is who I am. And I bet it is who you are too, deep inside.
Getting involved with your local shelter or soup kitchen is a great way to help someone who truly wants to be helped. There is a difference in helping your fellow person/ neighbor, and setting your self up for potentially being used and walked on and over.
Take care of each other out there
Until Next Time
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