It was a miracle | Johnston Sunrise

I have experienced many miracles in my life, the most amazing being when my granddaughter from Guatemala, who was permanently deaf due to malnutrition and a bone malformation, miraculously regained her hearing after a family visit to the shrine. LaSalette. Of course, another miracle happened yesterday.

My daughter, Marie, who is deaf and has PTSD, lives with a good friend, Sally, who is also deaf. They make a fabulous pair, traveling daily to local beaches and points of interest across the state, eating out, going to the movies, and shopping at Walmart. Sally is funded as a caregiver for Marie through the Works for Me program at the Trudeau Centre. They lived together in a great little house in Warwick, but their lease expires at the end of June because the landlord and his wife want to move back in. So began the challenge of finding another place to live. First of all, every owner is looking for a good credit record. Neither Marie nor Sally HAVE a credit report, as neither has a credit card or applied for a loan, which counts them towards this requirement. Owners also look for a good work history. Marie has never worked due to her disability, and Sally’s first job was working with Marie, and she’s only been doing it for six months, barely a long work history. The other thing landlords look for is a long rental history. A year barely counts. Three shots against them. It would be a miracle to find another place to live.

We went to six different places yesterday. For each location there was a torrent of potential tenants, couples and families who were in the same boat as Marie and Sally in that they needed to find another place to live. Requests were met, but it was obvious my daughter and her friend didn’t stand a chance, especially when the owners reiterated that no dogs were allowed. Sally tried to explain that she had a service dog that would alert her to doorbells, fire alarms, etc. Every owner groaned and explained again that dogs are not allowed no matter what type of dog they were. (Just a note: service dogs are not considered pets and it is illegal to refuse rental to someone who has a service dog.) We left each location discouraged and convinced that they would be homeless.

The sixth place we went also had people coming in and out of the house. It was a large house with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, and the open house attracted many large families and groups of four or five “guys”. Marie and Sally loved the house, which had a large backyard for the dog and a bathroom for each of them so they no longer had to share. The house is conveniently located near shops and restaurants, and the residential neighborhood is safe and friendly. The owner, an Indian gentleman who seemed overwhelmed by the large number of people coming in and out of his house, gave us an application for young women to fill out. Name, phone number, email… then credit score, number of years of employment and rental history. On paper, it looked like they had abysmal chances, except for the fact that they got along well with the owner. Despite being deaf, they have excellent communication skills. Using gestures and texting on their phones, they demonstrated to the landlord that they would happily keep the house very clean, mow the lawn and wash the windows. They also promised not to throw parties and to be quiet neighbors. The landlord explained that his former tenants had had several children who smashed windows or five students who partied all the time and neighbors always called 911. The two, young deaf women, charmed him with their simplicity. Two young women with limited credit, work and rental histories broke the mold for ideal tenants. Without even glancing at the rental application, the landlord agreed to rent to them. It was a MIRACLE!

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