When $65,000 a year for a drug is applauded : Pharmaceutical Prices & A Disabled Person’s Right To Live in Dignity with All Needs Met

When $65,000 a year for a drug is applauded

http://www.cnn.com/2017/04/03/health/prescription-drug-prices-public-opinion/index.html

Paulette Le Pore Motzko’s Note to Pharmaceutical Companies on Placing People First and Nevada’s Unfair Treatment of People with Epilepsy, Civil Rights & Disabilities 

I wish more pharmaceutical companies had more or a “Triple Win Attitude”: I Win, You Win & Society Wins. Huge multi million dollar companies need to keep ever present the real, flesh and blood people they are developing the drug to help.

They simply can function effectively as a business and still charge less  for the consumer. 

For instance, my medicine for epilepsy called Vimpat that I take is $20 a pill made by UCB. It cost nearly $2,300 a month along with my Tegretol that I take for a complex partial epilepsy. I have Nevada Medicaid and am on SSI, which allows you to make money and collect it, and pays less than SSDI-full disability.  (it also took two and a half years to win with the aid of a social security disability lawyer  too and I had to say goodbye to my alimony from the rocket scientist I was married to for 15 years to get that crappy $728 but my medical is covered. 

Yet after stating all those facts, the state of Nevada doesn’t think anyone who was diagnosed with epilepsy has a medical conditiom or termed disabled, even though the director at the DMV told me I will automatically get a disabled placard when I update my Nevada state ID.

 (I’m still trying to obtain a certified copy of my old marriage license to prove I’m Paulette Le Pore Motzko. That’s a $65 stupid document is so outrageous it is unbelievable. I’ve been divorced from him since 2001 and my name was legally changed in Garden Grove, California in 1986, when I got married.  I’m going to go talk to one of my friends who is a librarian and see if she can get me the silly document free because $65 is a lot of money to prove I’m who I am! I’ve been trying to get that document 3 times now and it is difficult since my CA ID expired on my birthday last August.

Nevada needs to spend more time educating their political leaders about things like crimehuman dignity, the pedestrian fatality rate and placing penalties on drunk drivers and their educating RTC and people who are public servants about various disabilities, NAMELY neurological ones like EPILEPSY. That would use everybody’s time in an effort worth expending time on.

This may be Nevada and it may have the worst weather in the United States, and 60 mile an hour-knock you on your ass dust storms, high fraud rates,  allergies that wont quit due to blowing dust, and vapes and casinos on every corner with few nonsmoking areas other than Starbucks.

But Nevada is still only one state in the USA it still is the United States of America. And as far as I’m concerned as far as I know, in the USA, we all have certain basic rights.

One of those rights is to be treated fairly. Denying people with epilepsy the right to use Paratransit and having the head Federal representative not know what epilepsy even is is a crime.  

That should be against the law and it probably is.

After after the grand negligence that happened to me regarding Paratransit  and the callousness and apathy on behalf of Senator Harry Reid’s office is disgusting.

 It doesn’t reflect great kindly on him.  The irony is Harry Reid can barely see and uses Paratransit himself, so you think he’d be the first understand the meaning of a doctor’s letter when a doctor writes for a patient to take a medication and says you need it to live, which mine has done since age 9.

You think he would understand as well as the governor,  how important it is to look after the safety of people with epilepsy and not allow them to be injured. I was.

 I was talking to Harry Reid about raising the cost of living index to $1200 a month for all people on SSI and SSDI. 

I still have pictures of the first place I lived in when I first moved here.  That horrid $728 a month buys nothing  in terms of living quality and your standard of life. All you have to do is  think and care and be a responsible person realize that along with all inflation and elevated prices going up, the cost of living index for all disabled people  hasn’t been raised in over 20 years.

SSI is $200 less than what California has per month. Who created an SSI (supplementary Social Security) of $728 anyway? A monkey with an abacus?  Everything needs to be updated  to reflect 2017 prices. Make the minimum BE $1000 for God’s sake! Round it up. Turn the insulting, impoverished amount in to something a human being can really spend, not just make due in the real world. $1200 is actually usable and workable  for the average person.

 Anybody who thinks that SSI and SSDI checks are handed on a platter they are not you are sadly mistaken.


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Lawyer Bill LaTour won my case in Southern California and I can’t count all of the doctors I went to and specialists and career counselors and all the questions I had to answer and psychological assessments in order to finally present my case. Most who are disabled would rather be working. In the final hearing all of the doctors and the career counselor appeared in a small courtroom and they’re the judge asked me what my name was and after about 5 minutes he reviewed all the evidence presented by every one of the doctors that I had to see you over the course of a year and a half before he finally awarded me ssi. That took a mere five minutes and those were the only words that I other than that. 

You can’t sue the government but you can sue people who work for the government.  And one by one I will if I don’t get my Paratransit FOR MYSELF AND SET A PRECIDENT FOR ALL WHO HAVE EPILEPSY IN THE STATE OF NEVADA. 

After all, I’m the former President and founder of The Epilepsy Connection which was a grassroots organization in Orange County, California  that helped countless people in California and many other states, and three other countries who had no other resources whatsoever. I’m also the former director of the Epilepsy Foundation sub affiliate in Garden Grove, California years ago. 

In other words, I am a catalyst for positive change and I hope to  merge forces with other disabled people making us stronger as a united team.


 I’ve got arthritis in that left ankle that won’t go away, just as my dad was  just about paralyzed in a wheelchair from osteoarthritis  before he died several years ago.

After having a drop seizure- due to being out in 115 degree heat when I shouldn’t have been.  That because I was having problems but two idiot’s went against my epileptologist’s letter stating that. I think that’s a crime isn’t it? 

DAN HOWLAND AND JIM CHAMPOU, THE IDIOTS WHO DIDNT VALIDATE THAT DOCTOR’S LETTER AND THOUGHT DR. EVANGALISTA WROTE IT FOR THE FUN OF IT, INSTEAD TO PREVENT INJURY TO ME.

Maybe no lawyer in Nevada has wanted to take my case YET, IT IS A crime AND A  double crime since Dan Howell and told me he didn’t care about people with epilepsy to my face  and he said he didn’t care about learning about anything to do with them he liked being ignorant. After everything  hits the fan and people pay the price they should have paid a couple years ago but I wasn’t any kind of health condition  to be able  to press charges, I hope he’s fired  and not only that I hope charges are filed on him  for endangerment and that is endangering me.

I believe the max I can do is $10,000  in the state of Nevada for him personally and  also Jim shampoo $10,000 and also Tina Quigley, the head of RTC , who all she could say during our phone conversation was “uh huh” after I said anything.  In other words, she did nothing and could have been forced my Paratransit ID once suck it but she did not. That’s another $10,000.

 They put my life at risk because I was having drop seizures of time and that was written in the letter so that’s called personal injury and I with all the evidence that I can bring which is a hell of a lot of it I call it instant win.

It is the principle here. I am hoping I won’t need to and they will come to their senses. Maybe the  Governor can hear the whole sordid story and make it right trade she seemed like the most level-headed person in the most articulate intelligent person I’ve seen hold office in Nevada so far.

 I think Nevada has some disabled Senators who have disabled minds and need to greatly educate themselves about what all this abilities are an update themselves with 2017.

Civil rights and then do the educate themselves on disabilities that go far beyond physical ones in a wheelchair.

The statistics on disability is there are more people with invisible disabilities like epilepsy than those with more visible ones.

California was better with Paratransit by far.  I had Paratransit in California over 25 years and I come to the 1800’s Wild West High Desert of Nevada and here they turn me down. I called Paratransit once waiting 2 hours and after the two hours the lady said, ” oh didn’t you know? Just because you call Paratransit doesn’t mean it’ll show up!” 

Ignorance again.   

You shouldn’t be a leader in the state if you are igorant in the ways I have seen. Dina Titus, Head of Transportation had no desire to help me get what I was owed as a disabled American citizen.

Nevada Medicaid pays for my medicine now and I hope it always does because it’s the best combination I have ever been on in my now 55 years young.

 

 

Even all that being said Senator Reid doesn’t think I have a disability-isn’the that rediculous? 

I even sent Senator Reid pictures of my medicine and all the vitamins that I take and the doctor’s letter from my specialist who prescribes my medicine and the copy of my medical ID bracelet and he still didn’t think that I was disabled!

 Living in Nevada is like living in the wild west where they think they can do anything. The American with Disabilities Act is something that I know all about  and because I was turned down for Paratransit here I could sue every senator in the entire State and when  because my civil rights were violated and I broke my left ankle as a result of having a drop seizure a year ago and was nearly in power chair after! Was I disabled enough for you then Nevada  huh 7 read  the governor ? Is that what you want to but everybody Wheelchairs and that’s the only kind of stability you think exist in this world ? Wake up  you need to get your head examined and go look at the medical book and read it all of this abilities that exist in this world there quite a lot of them  we have a lot of components to our bodies not just a physical body  without your neurological system you’re nothing you can’t write you can’t speak you can’t do anything.

I now have arthritis in that left ankle, which makes might a personal injury case that I didn’t want come into the state I just wanted a place to live it was cheap that’s it I didn’t come here for the gambling  I don’t drink I don’t smoke I don’t do drugs and I don’t gamble why did I come here for cheap rent that’s it hat’s part of living in Nevada is not something I like but it’s also against my civil rights too. 

I’ll be talking to the governor of Nevada this year about all of those issues as well as others that affect everyone or just same old and about raising the cost of living index for all people who are disabled to something that allows them to live in dignity, which the $728 a month does not.

I want to see that all people can afford tm what they need to keep them alive. 

Hear that pharmaceutical companies? 

Remember the human element. 

Remember why you’re developing the medicine in the first place.

 What good  is a fantastic medicine with a high efficiency rate and the low side effect rate and a huge success rate if the patients cannot afford it? I’m asking you that question mark I was made a rocket scientist for 15 years and I’m fairly bright that’s not even logical is it to make the price outlandish.

If drugs are so outrageously priced limiting who can take them, it defeats the purpose why the drug was ever created.

 I wish the scientist who developed the drugs could price the drugs because then they would be priced at something reasonable that makes sense. 

Because people who are scientists creating these compounds to help people would never charge people outrageous prices because they’re more humanitarian in spirit than the simply sales reps promoting the products getting huge commissions driving company cars!

 Let the pharmacology medicine developers help set a price that is more accurate.

 I saw pharmaceutical reps every time I went into one of my neurology offices in Orange off La Veta when I was married years ago.  I think what they do should be against the law because they’re giving doctors Kickbacks to promote drugs. because of that, doctors are  not looking at to the best needs of the patient. The Pharmaceutical reps  are allowed to  dangle money in front of a doctor’s faces and saying over here I’ll give you this money -a bribe.

How in the hell can a good doctor think straight  with the ” Wheeler Dealers” walking around dangling incentives.

Pharmaceutical companies remind me of real estate companies in California. Everybody is so greedy that they have to make “over profit” aking for way more than is affordable for most everyone except millionaires. 

 Medicine companies: Remember the people FIRST. Without people in this world you have nothing. Nothing but dust and a bunch of chemicals a test tube that people NEED.

Written by Paulette Motzko on April 5th 2017 at 12:48 p.m. 

This is story was aired on Totally Inspired Mind: Where Posititive Minds Congregate and Beautiful Soul Shine.

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I created the following document on my Galaxy Note 4 Phablet and the edits are coming in on my Samsung S2 tablet. My phablet  overheated just like I do when I even think about the things that I’ve been through for no good reason.  I almost was history in this town so rather than be history I’m going to make history instead, making it better for everyone.








Edited  April 5th 2017 at 3:36

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko 

Life Lessons or (These Things Shouldn’t Have Happened) by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

The Lessons of My Life

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

Copyright December 14th, 15th, 2013

As I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus that never came….I was thinking about the many events of this past week-some turbulent and some disappointing and then the things that worked out great that I was responsible for-which are always great.

In life there are times when what we envision is not what it turns out to be. In my case mine is a tragic story that I am determined to make a happy ending.

Let me set the scene for you: It is 2010 and I am recently divorced after a marriage to a real rocket scientist for 15 years. I graduated with honors in a Master’s Certification program in 1997 a few years before with a Master’s Certification in Voluntary Leadership. I was a presenter at The Summit Meeting that year as the CEO and Founder of The Epilepsy Connection. It was one of the high points in my life “proving a lady who is disabled with epilepsy could do the work” as Dick Cheshire had put it when he let me in the program and said I had the Life Experience for the program. At the beginning of the program I told the class of 50 people that “a friend of mine had epilepsy and the subject has always been near and dear to my heart and I knew I could help others who had it.” I did a PowerPoint Presentation with transparencies on an overhead projector that my now ex-husband Mark helped me with, answering what epilepsy was and was not, and explaining in human terms that anyone at any age could acquire it.

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Once the presentation was over and I had answered everybody’s questions I told them that “oh by the way, the friend of mine was me!” People looked shocked at me and many stopped in their tracks and others came up to me with tears in their eyes and gave me the once over with their eyes and then smiled and said to me-“I never would have known!” I was so happy as that is just what I was shooting for. I didn’t tell anyone beforehand because I didn’t anyone having any preconceived notions about me or any biases and I thought it would best illustrate that anyone with epilepsy can do anything by being the prime example.

Another high point of my life was when I lived in Sandy, UT and times were great, not just good.

It was 1986 and I was just married, graduated with my AA in Piano Pedagogy and was building piano students and teaching all the Mormon kids on the block. One wonderful lady who went by the nick name of Friendly Robertson who was years young. She wanted to teach her how to play Chopin Nocturnes in a legato manner. I still have a handwritten book she gave me that with poems she wrote and songs she gave me in my piano bench.  The best memory of my piano teaching days-that lasted 20 years-was when I got a call from Golden West College who asked if they could give my number to The Deaf Children’s Athletic Association. They asked me if I could teach two acutely deaf children piano. I had no idea if I could by the way. I asked how if they had residual hearing-and they did, and each wore two hearing aids to magnify what hearing they had. Justin and Adrienne Chang were their names and they were Japanese prodigies. Their father’s dream was to see their children play songs at a recital. I made that dream and my dream come true. At a recital in Riverdale, Utah they each played 3 songs a piece that I had taught them by signing everything I said to them and also signing the concept of what I said and “turning the audible to visual”….

Seeing someone’s inherent abilities and talents is something I have always been good at, but then my mom was always doing that with me. It is like I can see someone’s inherent abilities lying dormant in their soul, much like the tulip bulbs I planted in Sandy, Utah when I lived there.

I learned in life that some things you only get to enjoy for a while-be it many years or for decades and then they fade like the geraniums mom used to grow needing to be deadheaded of their brown leaves…

Other facets of my life are and will always be the same, like my mother Ramona Lea. She is still my best friend, my cheerleader and a smart, sweet lady, who though she has Alzheimer’s disease, will guarantee to light up a room with her smile and win over even the dullest of personalities. I saw her paint smiles on people’s faces in The World Market. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish her the best and that I don’t want the best for her and pray she always remembers me and that the disease doesn’t take my mother away. She inspired me to create “Ramona’s Alzheimer’s Disease Daily” that has about 40 new sources on it with subject like neurology, neuroscience, memory, prevention, caregivers and dementia.

Back to The Lesson of My Life-

After my divorce in 2001 I opted to move back in the duplex I had lived in when I was 24 years old, when my dad bought it because he thought the second house would make a nice rental for me. It did just that for the most part and I got rent and I paid most of the mortgage on their house.

I would have never believed that the same family that I grew up with had the ability to make such rash and callous decisions about my mother’s life and mine.

But they did.

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One of the expensive recliners belonging to my parents Bunker and the gang hacked with an ax because they were too lazy and stupid to sell them and give the money to mom Ramona Le Pore. Sooooo sad!

I cried for weeks after seeing the mass destruction on what Mike Bunker, Brenda Bunker, Michael Le Pore and Robert Le Pore allowed to happen.

Mike Bunker and my brother Mike hacked up with an ax an oak rocking chair I bought mom for mother’s day! I am related to crazy people!

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Mom’s things in her beautiful house thrown all around the sides of it!

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My side of the duplex bought in 1984 and sold my Mike Bunker in June of 2013 for $460,000.
I paid approx $50,000 in rent during that 13 year period.

Hey lawyers…help me here. I know I am entitled to something here.

I would have never believed that they had could take mom from the property as though they abducted her from her own domicile, forcing me to file a missing person’s report. But they did have the audacity.

But the shocked me.

They betrayed me-and I have thought long and hard about the actions of my other siblings, and how their hypocritical actions over the last 5 years illustrates how apathetic and what small human beings they really are.

Mom, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease is a victim of elder abuse just as I was and still am. I am not a senior yet, being 3 years short of being classified a “senior” by the state of CA. I am therefore excluded from countless senior programs that would help me.

I did not create my family but they had the same foundation as I did, but their ideologies and beliefs were distorted over time. I did not change who I was and the strongholds of my belief system I have held onto with an iron-clad grip: integrity, honesty, passion and courage.

Some have it all and don’t even tap into the reserves and talents they were given. Others like myself, defied the odds and though diagnosed with epilepsy went on and was successful as a piano teacher.

I would be a piano teacher now if my upright grand wasn’t in storage! Being on ssi I am entitled to earn money and still collect it, to a certain point. I made $200 per student a month or $50 an hour. I taught nearly every kid in Sandy, Utah by them merely seeing the piano being rolled in our living room. The usual questions were:

1. Do you play piano?
2. Do you teach
3. How much do you charge?
4. I have —- kids and when can we start?

Then the cycle begins and their kids will learn how to play a song within a week, learn how to read sheet music, stage, ear training and theory plus presence, confidence etc.
With my piano in storage it is like having my hands tied behind my back! I have lost income and gained stress culminating with a diagnosis of PTSD!

Do I use the state of CA for stress and my diagnosis of PTSD, a year of hell, money that I used to have paid on hotels because with only $886 a month in ssi, all the greedy people who rent rooms in southern CA want $600 to $800 to live in their bedrooms? That leaves me with not enough to pay my phone bill and internet and storage bills.

I put an ad on supershopper.org and Craig’s List to exchange one of the many valid services for a room in a non smoking household where I could cook and clean for a family. No worthwhile responses only 3 men ages 25, 48 and 50 who wanted casual sex for a place to live of which I said NO.

I told the 25 year old, who had a girl friend, to look up the word integrity and STDs.

It is a sad state of affairs that you have to be diagnosed with something like depression or PTSD before programs and housing programs open up for you!

I went to Huntington Beach Hospital last night and took myself via bus. I couldn’t find any of my friends that would either answer their phones or who would even answer a text back! That did not impress me, by the way!

I made it down there because I suspected that something was terribly wrong with me, and I was 100% right. Like all my assumptions, after doing research on the topic, I am usually 99% correct. I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder by the doctor that talked to me for the longest time.

I asked him to shut the door and then just told him the key points that had happened to me over the last year. He told me that I was amazingly strong and I should be proud of everything I had been through.

I was stressed out and felt as though the stress was accumulating like the water on top of a – cooler in my bathroom in Utah-that eventually caused the ceiling to tumble down when my now-ex-husband and I went to dinner. We went out to dinner and when we came home water was coming down from the smoke detector like a waterfall-just missing my upright grand piano! The most amazing part of the ceiling blowing out and falling down because Mark didn’t turn the swamp cooler off for the winter-was that in the Victorian bathroom, the ceiling fell down to the rafters and all the bisque porcelain figurines in there were not broken, and a pair of antique bisque praying hands were standing up in the bath tub straight up!

I resent that after doing everything right and choosing NOT to smoke or drink or do drugs all my life that there are no support services available for someone like myself.

I want to be the first intelligent white lady with no kids who refused to be treated like a second class citizen because I knew what birth control was and the real facts of life at 9 years old. (I grew up early and wanted real answers and not the stork story!)
More women should be responsible and accountable for their actions where sex and birth control are concerned. There are far too many illegitamate kids being “raised” without fathers to mothers who are 16 years old.
It has become quite a scam having kids to “get the $800 a month” per kid. I was told by countless social workers at the Garden Grove Medical and Food Stamp office to “get a kid and you will get $100!” I love kids, couldn’t have kids for medical reasons-epilepsy- but thought of adopting when I was married but we thought the $20,000 fees were outrageous..so we didn’t.

All the housing programs go to families first and I am not a family, so I am disregarded as though invisible.

I am not envisible or non-existant.

They should put a sign on the front of the Medical office and welfare office that reads: “if you are single or divorced and you don’t have a child we don’t care about you, your life and how you survive financially.” That is the truth.

It took me 7 years to get Medical at the Garden Grove office. When my new medicines Vimpat $20 a pill and Tegretol over $300 a month were forcing me to sell things to afford it, I put two and two together and realized all the people who turned me down were Vietnamese with the last name Nguyen. I had been told a bogus statement that I needed a kid to get medical, which was false. I threatened to sue all the parties personally for FRAUD to the director of the director and got the director named Barbara to fax my information to Sacramento labeled URGENT and had my medicine paid for $100 in a week.

Why this fight though?

Racial discimination against white people exists in Orange County, especially in Garden Grove and Little Saigon.
I am American and among the things I want to do is to crack down on this kind of abuse. An article was in the Walls Street Journal last year how in Vietnam they brag how they take advantage and abuse our welfare system in the USA.

I don’t hate Vietnamese people but I hate racist people and I am the victim of a hate crime that gave preferential treatment to the Vietnamese. I was told in Garden Grove by over 20 Vietnamese they “didn’t want a white piano teacher!” When I heard that I was appauled and shocked and outraged, as I still am now.

I became a displaced worker because of their hatred and bias and stupidity and would probably still have an income stream. I do writing, marketing and photography now with CARestaurantShowCase.com and do what I can.

Our house was a beautiful six bedroom Cape Cod style house with dormer windows and 3 bathrooms. The place was so big that we had my sister and her husband and three kids over and rented beds for all of them. I had a regular bed and breakfast and at that time they were normal and nice people and didn’t have a bad or malicious streak at all. That was to come later down the line when I divorced. Their care for me was in direct proportion to how much money I made a year. My best friends and when I lovingly invited them all to massive parties where I wanted to create memories –not just dinner parties. I did. And though they all have selective memory now, remembering only what they want to-it happened.

In time the bathroom was rebuilt and it after builders came and remodeled, you would have never known anything happened. Thank heaven we had good insurance with State Farm!

How can someone change like a chameleon that magnifies the colors of its surroundings? A counselor can ask them for years what did it-jealousy, envy or just caring more about money and making a quick profit than to mom’s feelings or mine. I think that was it.

I have no idea where I am going with this story here, but it makes me feel better writing it. Once a person becomes an adult at 18 years of age it is their choice who they keep in their life.

When I was moving, I thought and then rethought again everything I wrapped up in a box. I got so tired of packing and it amazed me how much “stuff” I had collected over my 52 years young!

I had read a book on simplifying your life and scaling down what I owned before I made the move to prepare me to take only what I loved and what made me smile when I looked at it. Ask yourself if you love it enough to dust it. You might be surprised what your answers are.

That is the same motto I take to the people in my life. Do they make you smile? Do they bring you up? Support your dreams? If you answer “yes” to all those questions, then you have a keeper there. If you answered one “no” then you better rethink how that person fits into your life.

If you have people in your life that have withered and turned into people who are abusive and tear you down, then if you have tried discussing with them the problems but nothing seems to work, then remove them from you life. You will suffer if you don’t.

After 1653 words were typed I am going to sign off and leave you with these words of wisdom. Think about what you would like to hear when you say something to someone else.

Everybody please pray that Paulette Le Pore Motzko gets the housing voucher she needs to afford a nice place of her own here in CA. Also, if you want to write a congressman or influential person in CA to put pressure on them, be my guest! The most who speak out about something, the more likely things will CHANGE. Also, go beyond me and write your local congressmen and women to add more funding to the Urban Housing Authority’s HUD Housing Program so more vouchers can be created. A ten year wait is a joke and an insult to the intelligence of every person on SSI and SSDI. We don’t want to see displaced disabled people at the bus stops and trying to take care of themselves, along with veterans, who are in the same “boat”, if you will.

I learned to take care of yourself first and make sure you are alright and have what you need, and then you will be more apt to have strength reserves to take care of everybody else.

Write you congressmen and women and contact The Urban Housing Authority in the State of CA in Sacramento, and in The Urban Housing Authority in the largest city in your state. Write and tell what you see in the streets, get involved and watch your efforts blossom into better lives for all people.

For now until today at least until this morning, for a week I was staying at The Super 8 Hotel in Westminster, CA which for he money at $65 a night is one o the nicest, cleanest places around-if you have to “live in a hotel” and can’t afford Residence Inn-with full kitchens, like Boeing used to pay for when I was married.

The way things change is to SHOW THE TRUTH and MAKE PEOPLE CARE.

I took photos of my hotel room and intended on creating  story that would include and show how I was living since evicted in April 2012 by Mike Bunker.

He needs someone to cultivate a moral conscious and explain why what he did was wrong and still is wrong, since he has cut all communication between mom and I for a year.

Thank you Ron Bittelari for sending me the money to make staying here possible. You are even more generous and caring than my ex was.

I have the most kind caring friends.

Do you know anyone who also has been working on getting subsidized housing?

What is your story?

We can team up and work together to put pressure on our leaders who keep saying with a blank expression “there is a 10 year wait for more housing vouchers.” What are we supposed to do until then?

If you make too much $ then you risk losing medical. Silly rules, if you ask me.

There is a song by Kelly Clarkson called “Stronger” that is my mantra and perfectly describes me and what God has felt it necessary for me to go through along with the poor social workers, welfare programs and lies told to me by Vietnamese workers in both the Garden Grove Medical office and social security offices.

If you are caucasion on ssi or ssdi, on medical or are trying to get one of those benefits, what would you think if I told you I was lied to 100% of the time by 100% of the Vietnamese in the welfare system? I was.

It happened.

That is not a racial comment as I still have Vietnamese friends who admit the abuse goes on but they speak English and know many put them in a bad light.

For those on ssi and ssdi or medical be leary and be alert. I personally now, after being lied to, suffering, doing without and living a substandard existence because of false information given by Vietnamese people now will not allow them to wait on me.

I was married to a rocket scientist for 15 years and I use logic. I try to increase the odds of being successful to 100% in everything I do. If you know something hasn’t worked, then don’t do it again. If you know that by doing something else, it increases your odds of accomplishing something, by all means do it.

People get upset when I say this, but it is fact. Abuse happens until it happens with me, then it stops for good and I also set mendates so it never happens again.

I would reccomend going to the Santa Ana Social Security office because they have a wide demographic of all people-Mexican, Filipino, Japanese, Vietnamese, Caucasion. It was refreshing. In one day the underpayment of $400 a month that the Garden Grove office did to me for SSI was increased $200 in one day. Then by going every week, not letting up, until I saw every director there…it is now $886 a month. I refused to let Vietnamese wait on me and by asking for another caucasion person I never had to worry about a hate crime.

If people are racist they shouldn’t be allowed to work at the social security office or any other place that is supposed to treat everyone the same.

We should employ a questionnaire to people coming over from other countries asking them what they are BRINGING to the UNITED STATES and why they are coming. Also a charcter assessment should be given to screen out racists and white haters. Nobody wants to talk about it but that just eneded as I type this sentence.

I am talking to the law dept at Chapman University where I graduated, and I will get representation to sue and get monetary compensation, sue for fraud, the people, who I know by name.

It is the principal here.

I believe everybody is the same and just with others felt the same way.

Once we clean up the fraud and what I believe is the Vietnamese are purposely turning white people down for benefits to bring more of their own kind in.
I talk to people.
I am observant and see who is going out with something and act like a reporter & journalist asking others and find similar stories. I am the only one that will underveil the abuse and stop it once and for all. Every American, white, single lady I have talked to had the same horror stories as me.

Yet I talked to a Mexican family, not even American citizens, who received Medical, Food Stamps and money to live per month in 20 minutes!!!

What do you call that?

On the application they ask if you are Latino. I refused to say because I said, does that mean I get the benefits if I am?

This kind of nonsence goes on in America and it is wrong and against my civil rights.

I want a news station to go in to both offices and see what they find. I bet my assumptions are correct.

I know I am talking about three things in this post:
My life
My background, intelligence, education, hud housing, vouchers
Ssi, ssdi
Racism
Hate crimes
Preferential treatment to Latinos, Asians, Families, Women with kids from many fathers
No help for people who tried to do things right
Racial profiling on ssi and medical and food stamps apps
American citizens are given the backseat to needed programs helping disabled survive
Subsidized housing going hand in hand with ssi ssdi

Increasing funding for subsidized housing
Lowering the epidemic proportions of sad displaced disabled people like myself

Paulette Le Pore Motzko
December 16, 2013

Happy birthday Brenda-Paulette’s sister who helped make her homeless in April 2013.

I have no idea how my oldest sister Brenda Bunker and her poor excuse of a husband can sleep at night with what they did. Some have a conscious and others don’t. Some have souls and some do not.

Bunker was unfortunately made power of attorney by my demented father who is dead, assigning care of my mother and all his personal assetts, along with the house I paid on for 13 years.

I need a good, hard hitting attorney to make this right and have a good ending. One who cares about elder abuse and disabled people. Since mom didn’t know what she was signing and dad didn’t realize he was giving power to a man who would abuse the power given.

My goals:

Remove Mike Bunker from power of attorney
Assign someone to manage my mother’s funds and medical other than me. I need to take care of myself and that is all.
I already made enough sacrifices in my life

Get a house or apartment on some kind of subsidized housing plan in a safe area, since I do not drive.

Sue Mike Bunker for harrassment, stress and going to the hospital numerous times with breakthrough seizures.

I would be seizure free with a place I can call HOME again.
With all the money I saved the state for the 13 years I helped pay my parent’s mortgage, made meals for them etc I feel the state of CA owes me! Especially since I had 0 income during the time I was wrongly turned down for medical and social security after my divorce in 2001.

photos will be added later today when I go to a place with wifi. My Verizon Jetpack is maxed out of time so I am writing this via my Android MyTouch phone.

2:02 p.m.
December 16th, 2013

I want to air this on a major news station or in The Orange County Register. Good things will happen as a result of it. I know it.

Paulette Motzko Needs A Room in A Home-She Will Cook & Help with Housework

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The first time I was nominated for The Most Versatile Blogger Award was on October 31st, of this year 2013 and was just nominated again yesterday by another fellow blogger that goes by amintiridinbucatarie at amintiridinbucatarie.wordpress.com.
Thank you again to my fellow readers and bloggers.

Me at year ago in my old kitchen I lived in for 13 years and what was my parent's place-sold for $460,000. Need a hard hitting lawyer to make sure Bunker didn't spend it all! He is the guy that evicted me and threw mom's things in a dumpster! I have filed more than my share of complaints with Adult Protective Services. Such a tragic thing-what they did to mom and I.

Me at year ago in my old kitchen I lived in for 13 years and what was my parent’s place-sold for $460,000. Need a hard hitting lawyer to make sure Bunker didn’t spend it all! He is the guy that evicted me and threw mom’s things in a dumpster! I have filed more than my share of complaints with Adult Protective Services. Such a tragic thing-what they did to mom and I.


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I answered all the many questions about myself and nominated my choices for which blogs I felt worthy of the same award.

I still have to accept and nominate for The Most Influential Blogger Award, and I forget who nominated me! Sorry folks, but I have been really busy leading the most tumultuous part in my life in history. That award means the most to me because it means that my words meant something to a lot of people and not only got them thinking but acting in new ways.

All of these awards and the 73 countries who have been reading this site on a monthly basis-didn’t know these things were going on, but they are. The readership doubled on this site in the last two months. It makes me elated that I managed to do it all.

I met a nice lady who was a nurse with her two children at Arby’s this week. We had so much in common and she said two words to me- very simply said “Stay Sweet”. I am so happy that people still perceive me to be “sweet’. I didn’t let all the apathy and callousness regarding my mother and I jade me and I will always think that most people are inherently good-if you are good to them.

It is eight months to date since I was callously evicted from my mother’s place (that I chose to live in 13 years ago helping my parents pay their house payment while I  had a place to live in the massive duplex they owned in Garden Grove, CA. That ended in April 2013 when my brother-in-law Mike Bunker-made power of attorney by my dad-which was a royal mistake-and my mother-evicted me. I have been in and out of two star hotels, trying to afford expensive southern CA rent, which is impossible with no room mate.

Dinner for my friend Ron B. from MA. Table set with homemade stew a promo for Cooking Up a Storm All Over The World! my first blog. CookingUpaStorminCA.ning.com

Dinner for my friend Ron B. from MA. Table set with homemade stew a promo for Cooking Up a Storm All Over The World! my first blog. CookingUpaStorminCA.ning.com

I am eligible for HUD housing but women with kids get priority and I am treated as though I am not alive. (I am not done fighting on this matter to change this fact. I wish I didn’t have to be the only one fighting, since it affects more than myself.)

Of course I am alive and searching day by day to find a family to live with and cook for the family in exchange for a nice, clean safe non-smoking environment I can live in and relax and take care of myself. It will be easy to get ahead when I don’t feel like I have a shot gun to my head rushing around or else I will be out on the street when the money runs out for the hotel I am writing this from!

It is a hell of a way to live and if you would have told me that I would be doing this, when my family once had morals, values and stuck together, I would have never believed you. I am in charge of me-and that is it. That is what I learned out of all this. I am not sure why I have to go through so much and endure so many tragic things in my life, but I will be glad when I have a place to call home. I am working to make more and more money but it is going out the door as fast as I get it.

I have been looking on Craig’s List for Orange County but everybody in CA is greedy and wants $800 to rent a lousy bedroom. In New Mexico you can get a two bedroom two bathroom place for $700 with full amenities! about less than half of what it takes here in Expensive-Ville.

I met a really nice lady today and helped her grand daughter who has ALS find resources and will be posting the story about her and the way to help the family pay for all the medical care for her. I met her at Staples where I do work all the time and noticed her having printed signs with a pretty little girl on them and wanted to know more. The story about her will air as soon as I can get a photo of her. I also emailed the director of ALSA, an association that helps people with ALS and found a clinic for her and her family.  All these things are possible because I could and I simply did. I wish more people had that kind of attitude.

My nanny used to say, “What goes around comes around”, and I hope that some of the great things I did in my life, that I never got paid for or recognition for, come back my way and someone helps me now.

Whatever God you pray to, Christian, Native American Indian, Jewish or Buddhist-pray that I find a place to stay soon and better yet, if you know someone who either has a room I can stay in-in exchange for helping with cooking and housework and helping with the kids-let me know.

If you know a person who has been looking for someone who is stable mentally and financially-and who is a good cook and has a good sense of humor and a positive attitude, let me know. I want to sign a year or better yet more-lease. 3 vaults of my life that I pay on each month have been in storage since April and I would rather sit at my desk again in my office chair, cook in my gourmet kitchen and read the many books in my library. Make it so God and let this struggle end

Christmas is only weeks away and here I am watching cable TV-first I have seen of it in months, in a hotel I call home with no kitchen but a microwave, fridge, freezer in safe area. It is $70 a day that could go towards a month in a room in a house.There are cheaper two star hotels that are highly unsafe and dangerous and I have stayed in them but my blood pressure was elevated and I never got any sleep and when I heard a guy beating up a woman in the room next to me, I swore to God I would do everything humanly possible to find the best deal and find a way to pay the higher price in better hotels.

I didn’t know when I wrote about The Most Versatile Blogger Award this would come out but it did. Probably for the best.

I know I am special because have been going through all this without mentioning it to the world. I do know in one heart beat I help others and get such a great joy and high out of it.

Imagine what kind of things I could write and do if only I had one stable nice place to live with no worry?

The possibilities are endless!

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

Email me any leads or connections you may have at Paulette_Motzko@yahoo.com.

Put in the subject box: Room For Paulette Motzko-Hope For The Future

Please no ads folks. I get 1000’s of emails.

I wasn’t born to live in a hotel and need a home to live in because I am disabled with epilepsy. I also am too nice and too kind to have the guy I was living with hit me, but he did…which is what brought me to this hotel.
I have just kept myself absorbed in my work, in what matters and relentlessly contacting congress people and talking face to face with every friend I know on Facebook and elsewhere-and realizing that people, when you go through hell-with totally flaberghast you!

One friend, that I thought was a friend at least-heard about me in the hotel, the guy hitting me etc., things that would have at least got an “Are You OK?” …or something showing that you have a heart and soul and a pulse-got nothing. Just talk of sugar cookies and setting her opulent table with gold baubles on hanging everywhere. I am not jealous because I have all that “stuff” in storage waiting to come out and be united with me.
I call myself DISPLACED AND NOT REALLY HOMELESS. I CAN PAY $500 TOWARDS RENT COME JANUARY FOR ANONE WHO LIVES IN ORANGE COUNTY AND I CAN FURNISH THE PLACE FOR A CLEAN, MATURE, SENSIBLE PERSON WHO IS STABLE MENTALLY AND FINANCIALLY-WHO DRIVES AND DOESN’T SMOKE.

Since I am in a position where I have the whole world, or at least 73 countries reading what I write on a monthly basis, I am using this podium to get ACTION-for me.

My future means a lot to me and I tried to do everything right.
I am the only kid who got any college degree, let alone two.
I know that my best years are still yet to come and once I am settled in a place I can move onward and put the ugly past behind me. That is what I need and crave is closure.

Does anyone know a social worker in Orange County who can pull some strings for me and get me the benefits and help me live to the fullest of my ability?

Any information would be beneficial here and it is all appreciated.

If you read to the end of this sentence, you are better more precious to me than gold-but are like platinum because you care about what I write and you care about allowing the lady who writes the words you read to live the best life she is able within her abilities.

That is really all you can do in life.
All I want for Christmas is the hope of a nice place to live and know I can build my future and to know I can see my mother Ramona any time I want for as long as I live. She is the only living family member that is worth anything and without her, I wouldn’t be the person I am with the talents I possess reaching out to the people I do.

For my mother to see-Ramona Lea Le Pore

Thanks Mom. I PICTURE YOU AND THINK OF YOU OFTEN AND THERE ISN’T A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT I DON’T PRAY YOU ARE ALRIGHT AND THAT YOU THRIVE IN SPITE OF THE HATRED MY SISTER BRENDA SPEWS MY WAY BY NOT LETTING YOU KNOW I CALLED or GIVING YOU THE PHONE.

We are close and will always remain close and nobody will ever stop that. I will always keep my word and make you proud and the philosophy you gave me about “putting my mind to do anything I wanted has paid off”. People read what I write all over the world now on 9 web sites and I constantly mentor young kids I run into. It is all because of you mom and your kind and gentle spirit.

I got you something for Christmas-here and you will love it. I will make it to see you and sorry I couldn’t see you for Thanksgiving, but that was due to Bunker who erases every call I put in. He is a walking ball of hatred and a horrible human being who I hope realizes the damage he did to you and I and pays for it the rest of this life-if even in his conscious.

Mom and I at The Bella Terra Mall when I dressed her up and took her all around to meet the many people I know there-business people etc. Mom has a magic about her. I saw people smile that day at Whole Foods Market who never smiled in their life. When we went to dinner, Starbucks- I remember it like yesterday and mom's memory is way better than people give her credit for. I want to have more times like it.

Mom and I at The Bella Terra Mall when I dressed her up and took her all around to meet the many people I know there-business people etc. Mom has a magic about her. I saw people smile that day at Whole Foods Market who never smiled in their life. When we went to dinner, Starbucks- I remember it like yesterday and mom’s memory is way better than people give her credit for. I want to have more times like it.

“You have been on my mind and in my heart all year long. I couldn’t see you or talk to you because I was struggling in some of the most dangerous cities nearly on the street at times. Just like the Kelly Clarkson song “What doesn’t kill ya makes you stronger”, well it did and I went through the ring of fire looking back on the rubble behind me. I was strong to begin with though.”

I have friends who are going to help me get to Marino Valley where you live and even though Bunker and Brenda ban all the calls that come through and pretend I don’t exist-I do and have never forgotten about you one bit. It has been one year since I have seen or talked to my mom-and I used to see her 3 times a day, making meals for her-because I could and I wanted to.

Paulette Le Pore Motzko
3:40 a.m.

I require 8 or more hours sleep and need a private room I can take care of myself in-my medicine that keeps me alive and writing this.

Also, if any of you know any political figures I can contact-let me know or anyone who would change my situation if they only knew. I call people like that Change Catalysts. I am one of those and am hoping I can find one for me now.

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

December 8th, 2013

2:48 a.m.

Paulette_Motzko@yahoo.com
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I Am My Mother Ramona Le Pore’s Voice & Paulette’s Motzko’s Tragic Story

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Check out the latest issue of Ramona’s Alzheimer’s Disease Daily, if you haven’t looked at prior issued, this one has 16 contributors!

Prevention is key here with dementia and Alzheimer’s disease.
Always stay involved with things you love, learning, becoming and growing as a person. I speak from experience and watched my dad slowly die because he refused to get involved with social interaction activities that would have helped him cope with the congestive heart failure and severe, crippling osteoarthriris that would end up nearly totally paralyzing him! He will be gone a little over a year now and mom-Ramona- is 82 and is responsible for my existence and me accomplishing all I have in my life.

I want to have the “Use it or lose it” mentality my Nanny had, who lived with us when I was a child. She was my dad’s mother and also had both rhematoid arthritis and osteoarthriris. I suggest we all adopt the “use it or lose it” way of thinking and apply it to staying lucid, strong mentally and not letting our minds and lives become mush sitting around a television set, (which is the worst thing a senior citizen can do with himself or herself!!!) It uses nothing upstairs and is a passive activity.

If they are in a senior home, as dad was in the saddest last year of his life, he at least was watching a nice movie on a plasma TV with 20 people, which gave him friends to associate with…also in wheelchairs.

It is important that if your loved one is severely crippled to get them out and about involved with activities they enjoy. If they need counseling to accept their imposed limitations and boundaries of being confined to a wheelchair, then by all means get them to a qualified professional.

ATTITUDE is everything, and as a persion who has been diagnosed with complex partial and simple partial epilepsy since I was 9 years old, I know what boundaries and limits are.
The trick is to adapt to live in spite of them.

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Dad and Mom at Mike & Kathy’s wedding…my brother and sister-in-law….when dad had legs and could walk and was happy. Mom before she took care of dad didn’t have the stress she did dealing with dad’s health problems later in their marriage. God bless them both for they gave me life, encouragement, love, taught me right from wrong and taught me the meaning of honesty and integrity.

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This is a bit longer than what I thought I would write, but I am pleased with this.

If I help someone in the world with a parent with dementia or Alzheimer’s disease, then it was worth writing it.

Also, contact your local Alzheimer’s Association. Tune in to every resource and program they have. I volunteered my time for them when I was married years ago and used to walk to their office, getting materials for my mother and I for her mother who also had Alzheimer’s disease. I prayed mom wouldn’t aquire it, but as in many things in my life, God didn’t see fit to answer my prayer but give me something else instead.

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Mom (Ramona Lea) when she was 16 years old

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I pray my mother always recognizes me and knows who I am as long as we both live. I want her to see my books when they’re printed and I miss our talks and tea parties and the many dinners I cooked for her during the 13 years I chose to live in the duplex, nearly paying my parent’s mortgage. The property was sold recently by my brother-in-law in June 2013. I need a great, hard hitting lawyer that deals with property and senior/elder abuse in Orange County, CA. The attorney can bill my sister and Mike Bunker-who evicted me and abducted mom from her own house with no note, destroyed my parent’s belongings and I have photos on this.

I look forward to seeing mom soon and looking into her emerald green eyes, giving her a big hug and telling her the news over the last year. Just seeing her smile is enough to make the sun come out on a rainy day.

I want peace of mind. I just want to know that while everyone was going through mom’s things having a field day, I took one picture of her and a crucifix that belonged to Nanny. Mom was alive and unless she physically gave me her things it wasn’t right.

I called the Garden Grove police dept when they were hauling her stuff in a trash dumpster but they did nothing, the same as the Riverside Adult Protective Services. We need to change the Power of Attorney laws in CA. Mom didn’t know what she was signing and my dad had no right to sign for her.

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Mom and dad’s $1000 leather Lazy Boy chairs someone hacked up with an ax so the trash man would take them! After all it wasn’t Bunker’s or my siblings…they didn’t care. I am the one kid that stands for principles. It was my mother’s who was alive and is alive now and that was hers. If her property or possessions needed to be liquidated, there is an appropriate way to liquidate something, (which I could have done and gotten top dollar and given the proceeds to my mother), and there is a way you do not do things. They all chose unwisely.

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That was where I chose to live after my divorce to the rocket scientist I was married to for 15 years. Mind you, I could have bought a house with cash, but chose to help the folks out, pay their house payment, basically, and I saw it as a good thing at the time. I would have never believed it would become the house of horrors with continual drama from people visiting my folks or paramedics and ambulences coming to get my dad every other day.

People turn right down ugly when you dangle money on a string. Mike Bunker was given debit cards, bank cards, social security numbers by my father who trusted him. He ended up TRASHING THINGS that were NOT TRASH, including the mismanagement of my dad’s care when he was overseeing it.

I did what was right and what was needed, not what was easy or cheap. I can like myself and I should…lots of others do as well. I have no regrets when I look back, but I know they will one day when someone who is not me-points out how stupid they all were and lazy and callous. I guess INHUMANE sums it up in a nutshell.

I bought the song “Stronger” on my iPod yesterday and I must say the words are me. It is as though I wrote it.

I think I might have PTSD but I hope I don’t. Regular income that meets all my needs with no more counting pennies or sacrificing anything. I feel like I sacrificed myself for years and now I want to just LIVE.

I am not sure how this reads to someone else, but I feel better after writing it. I am not depressed but optimistic.
I am going to send the link to this story to Oprah Winfrey. I think she would care about my story.

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Paulette Motzko at age 52 in Orange County, CA where she has been living most of her life and where she’d like to keep living. I need either a HUD Housing Voucher to stay though, or another kind of subsidized housing program for disabled people. My disability is invisible (as are most disabilities). Epilepsy is a developmental disability which is classified as a neurological disorder and mine is treated with two very expensive medicines that work.

I have sent multiple faxes and letters to the director of the Urban Housing Authority and Housing Authority & Urban Development, the Mayor of Los Angeles who only cares women with multiple children from many fathers instead of someone who tried to do things right and prevent tragedies like that from happening in the first place.

I feel like a Pheonix Rising out of the ashes. The place I lived was taken from me, I haven’t seen my mom in nearly a year and my sister won’t give mom the phone or arrange for me to see her. All my belongings are in storage vaults and I am trying to get a place and a job at the same time.

I am three years short of being a senior myself, so in my opinion we have a power attorney run amuck and elder abuse dual fold-against my mom and myself. Total apathy and callousness was exhibited on behalf of my mother and I. Nobody and I mean nobody will ever break the two of us apart.

Mike Bunker has been malicious in intent and I want to mandate an outside party to look after my mom who would look out for her that I trust.

Reply here if you know any lawyers who would read this and take my case.

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

If you know of a congressman or congresswoman who could change my story to one with a happy ending, or a damn good attorney or someone in the public eye email
Paulette_Motzko@yahoo.com

The John Stewart Company unfairly declined my application

Let me set the scene for you:

Here it is last night about 7 p.m. and I am drinking some Jasmine Pearl Tea at Peet’s Coffee & Tea. I get 3 emails from Vanessa and one from Ms. Horn the VP of The John Stuart Company stating after being told I was chosen for this place out of thousands in Orange County, giving up my dog Lucky, incurring storage and hotels just to enable to stay wait for my place to be done being built.

I passed the credit &  background checks weeks ago and saw the place. It was more than an apartment, but supposed to be a way to enable disabled people to live better quality lives.
It turned into a nightmare.

After being told two times the project was taking 3 months longer than anticipated, I have been in more Motel 6’s than I want to admit to, had my $1000 laptop and $300 Jetpack 4G portable router stolen and am now friends with the president of Uhaul who has made sure I didn’t lose everything in storage vaults!

I made a choice to wait for this place as an investment in my life quality, never thinking it would drag out this long or have such a horrid ending!

It ain’t over yet though.

I contacted one of the story writers for The Orange County Register and he is considering doing a story about it.

I hope he does. Just because people are disable doesn’t mean they should be treated like garbage.

I was told in the pdf file by the VP of The John Stewart Company my application was being denied because I used profanity….well I asked for a move in date and they left it open ended, making me feel like the whole charade could go on to infinitum. I wouldn’t allow that.

The things I earn money with are in the storage vault…desk office chairs & my upright grand piano.

Had I moved to Arizona, like I was planning the last week of March 2013, I would be moved in, building piano students etc.

CA was and always will be my first choice to live…my mom lives here, my friends who are my extended family.

What was the rent on The Vista del Rio in Santa Ana? $444 a month, free wifi, and Good Will Industries would have helped me with grocery shopping, since I don’t drive any more (after my near fatal car accident 15 years ago having a seizure behind the wheel!)

I just want peace and wish I would find people who know the meaning of the word INTEGRITY, FAIRNESS and who have a CONSCIOUS. The John Stewart Company possess none of those qualities.

What should I do?

Paulette Motzko

Unexpected Pleasures in the Middle of Late Afternoon

May 17th 2013

Unexpected Pleasures in the Middle of Late Afternoon…

I thought I was going to do work today at one of my favorite shopping, eating, networking and writing places-The Whole Foods Market at Bella Terra. I walked through the door and heard some jazz music playing and I knew it wasn’t played over the speakers but was coming from the far corner by a wonderful jazz vocalist Maria Schafer and a jazz bassist, drummer and electric guitar…..I realized that this was one of the those days where there would be a major change in plans. I knew I needed some JOY in my LIFE and told a friend I hadn’t don’t anything enjoyable in a month. I think this is what the doctor ordered…..just allowing a little time for some jazzy syncopation and seeing the expressions on people’s faces as they walk through the door.

It is wonderful to do what you love for a living. That is what they do with every song they sing. When I walked up and talked to them to ask what the name of their band was, I said they should turn her voice up.

What have you done lately that gave you joy?

What happened to you that made you want to immediately change your plans and know your plan change was the better choice?

I was on the phone with attorneys all day-or so it felt like it, trying to put the pressure on The John Stewart Company to give me the one bedroom place they promised me months ago, providing I clean up my credit which I did a month ago. Meanwhile I have been building hotel bills and storage costs and that was not the intent.

I know that with what I did today justice will be served and I will get my place and The John Stewart Company will realize that they should finish what they begin and that FRAUD is a serious crime.

I looked in the corner and saw a friend of mine named Peter in the corner with a smile as big as mine, who is a piano teacher. I met him I think when the Grammy awards were on here and we were both eating sitting next to each other.

That is the cool thing about this place, because interesting, intelligent and kind people come here. Does that mean that I am those things then? I guess so.

It is a few minutes till 7 p.m. on Friday night May 17th, 2013

I would love to go out with a nice guy and continue going out with a nice guy and repeat until infinitum, but instead a goofball I met the other day left a voicemail on my phone accusing me of something I never did. Why on earth Lord do you allow me to meet weirdoes with psycho issues? Do me a favor and allow me to not hear from him again. He changes personalities like he changes his underwear.

Due to the things I have had happen to me this last year I am starting to have trust issues. My Toshiba Dual Processor laptop was stolen yesterday afternoon at a Del Taco I was at in Stanton. It was there one moment next to me and I had to bring the rest of my suitcases in the place, since I have been living out of hotels since before April 1st of this year due to being evicted by my brother in law and sister from what was my mom’s huge duplex house in Garden Grove.

The law firm that I hired to fix up my credit took out another $70 out of my checking making me a nice $100 overdrawn now and totally broke. I sit with my fifty nine cent water from Whole Foods Market and there really isn’t much else I can get with the small amount of change I have left. I have two words to describe poverty. It sucks.

I called countless places entitled “transitional living centers” or “transitional living” and I never heard back from the ones that actually took single women and-which is a miracle. Mostly take only women with kids, which go against my civil rights as a woman and human being to have services. I needed money when my ex quit paying me alimony and if I had a kid I could have gotten $800 per child. Something is flawed with our social service system and welfare programs.

It caters to people who have children but give no rewards for those who did things right, but might need temporary financial assistance, as in my case.

I know I am not the only one who thinks it is flawed too. I am not a bigot but the services were created by bigots who give preferential treatment to Latinos. Why else would they ask, are you Latino? What do I get if I answer yes?

The band just arrived back; thank heaven to soothe my shattered nerves. I have no “family” to speak of any more, with exception to my mother who is alive and well but lives with my cruel and hateful sister who screens the calls and won’t give my mother the phone.

I hate to write about things like this, but it is my life now. I know a friend gave me the idea to create visitation rights. I wonder how much that little beauty would cost me?

I hate lawyers because all the ones I have hired, with exception to Mark Murrell from United Credit Enhancement, have lied to me in one form or another. I took a 12 year court case and ended it in two days by simply writing my ex-husband’s new wife. They wrote the check for five thousand dollars more than his attorney was offering, and she said via email, “You are right Paulette. You do deserve five thousand more.” Then they paid what he owed me and nothing more.

I talked to my friend Gina Garcia who works at Oz at The Bella Terra here. It had been ages since I saw or talked to her. Her phone was broken and the only way we communicated was through Facebook or in person. After telling her the whole convoluted story about The Vista Del Rio, what I was promised, which she knew about, and what I got….

My Sun Tran bus accident….and how my sister’s evilness reached its high point when she called my favorite Uncle Lewis in Tucson, AZ and made up lies about me making him say I had 5 days to leave there, after a 13 hour bus ride. Just writing about it makes my blood boil! She has always been jealous of me and never accomplished academically what I did, didn’t work as hard as I did and instead of having a Triple Win Mentality as I do, she has more of a Triple Loss Mentality.

God forbid her to help her little sister, or ask how I am doing? She was the other half of the reason I was “evicted” from my mother’s house without my mother knowing it. They made sure she didn’t know anything which is why they banned all the calls I tried to make to her.

I am writing about this because though I don’t think it is particularly rewarding to write about it; it needs to be written. The truth needs to be said. The whole story why I had my immediate things I rely on to survive in a grocery cart yesterday and why I hung around a Del Taco trying to find a place to go. (It was one of the most humiliating, embarrassing things I ever went through…..)but here I am. Having my computer stolen when I turned my back and brought in my two suitcases is a SAD COMMENTARY on SOCIETY. Where are the people to open a door and help? God knows the slime of the world can seem to always find me!

I know in time I will have a place, a kitchen, a stove and a full fridge and normal life as I once knew it will resume. I am totally sick of coming up with the money for the next day in a crappy hotel. Believe me folks, I tried all the other options. I am hoping my friend Gina can find room at her place somewhere. I can simply pay her something for staying there. She also said she would ask her family if I can put some of my things costing me my vital organs through U-haul in her garage. When the president of U-Haul said he would “give me a storage vault”, I thought that meant just that! Now with that storage vault he gave me I have a $100 bill that goes with it, with the other $200. I will look for a cheaper unit to move it all to. I bet I can find one. I guess if I hadn’t written this I wouldn’t have thought of that!

I have a beautiful rosewood table for sale with a glossy finish like my piano. It comes with 5 chairs for $300 cash. I don’t need it anymore and use the cash a lot more and a smaller storage unit, in other words, LESS STUFF.

It is nearly 8 p.m. now. How does an hour pass so quickly when my hands are flying to the beat of the jazz music band and Maria Schafer.

Haiku: America’s Child

America’s Child

Haiku by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

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America’s Child

All races and creeds unite

One equal common bond

All being given

The same equal rights

Shelter, food and love

I see too many

Who suffer and have nothing

Urgent need is here

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