The state of the world sometimes...

One time I was living in a neighborhood that wasn't safe. I had a health issue and I was on temporary disability. I couldn't work, couldn't show to the appointments.
I considered myself lucky to have a roof over my head, knowing that in other countries it probably wasn't an option.
However I faced with something I wanted to address.
After just a few months living there I was brought to court, because somebody tried to take away my 50 cents one evening.

I remember myself standing court looking at the city attorney who tried to bring some justice to the situation.

I felt like what could he do in the world of trafficking, selling people, prostitution, corruption, unethical practices of doctors, and who's got more money in the world kind of wins the court case.

And then I was living in the building for people with disabilities...
were there was kids and probably drug trade, violence I had over my head. The agency who sponsored the housing took no stand in resolving problems that were presented to them by the tennants.

The neighboors upstairs was moving furniture. My roommate couldn't sleep, she was not capable of getting her case together, occasionally she slept in the living room. People were throwing the trash down from the windows to the courtyard, because of that the pipes in the bathroom were rusted, and it was hazardous for health to be living there. None of the issues that were going on in the building besides it's condition were addressed, I had to call police several times, so my roommate would know better, then breaking into my room disturbing.

So I was diagnozed with anxiety or whatever blockages, emotional issues, that I am healing...

Instead of sending at least a social worker... to resolve the manner the agency refused to take the rent money it brought me to court. I had papers from the doctor stating my condition.

Besides the rent the court gave the pricey lawyer fee ignoring the legal papers I had regarding my health condition which was a temporary disability...

I feel like I want to fight it back if it's possible. So let's say I win the case and they will have inspections for that housing agency or the city will give them the fine... where will it go?

I don't know how people with disabilities are treated in the world. Most of the times sick and poor are offered to stay at shelter, and help from salvation army...

I stayed at a shelter one time. It was a very safe warm brick building with security. It was much safer living there than with roommates. New Yorkers will get jealous over the tiny disability checks... What a characteristic!

The bottom line is that the needs of those people who can't advocate for themselves, because they are not capable are not addressed. Most people are concerned only about themselves. What about the rest, who can't help themselves. Was it like this for thousands of years?

And what was the purpose? Whoever created this way of being for life on the planets, I say God messed up. I say that because it's truth. May be I don't understand what God is. And we are sent here from somewhere else to learn the lessons. I still find that there is something wrong with the picture.