HiJoy’s High Altitude Hopes and Head’s Ups

Back in April, I gave Kiefair.com two posts about a homeless family needing to stay together…. They found refuge with a compassionate party and moved cross country. I covered that story in an update. In time, they wanted to move back to a medical state. Now they are in Colorado and Mrs. Hijoy Hameed has agreed to write for Kiefair.com. Stay tuned for posts from Mrs. Hijoy.

Posts by HiJoy:

Living in Low income Land: Hameed Style

Heidi Joy Hameed posted the following status on facebook:

October 20, 2012 at 9:38am

We meet people on Facebook that slowly become friends. We talk as if we have known each other our entire lives. Regardless of the distance between us, we act as if we are sitting next to one another. We like their photos … We share our lives … We learn about the other states or Countries where they live. … Virtual friends are important… to say good morning or good evening, a compliment or even sharing a joke! These are small actions that make us smile!! Copy and Paste if you appreciate your virtual friends too ♥ ♥ ♥

on October 22, 2012 at 15:17 I replied

and sometimes you invest years of emotional/spiritual energy in a virtual friend, invite them into your home and then find out that they are nothing like you thought they were and that they themselves are the origin of all the “issues” that made you feel pity for them… sometimes you meet them in real life and find out that they just sit on their asses and use people.

this one is for Heidi Joy Hameed and raphael hameed…. I didn’t have to invite you into my home…. I didn’t have to feed you, I didn’t have to give you $50 for your phone… I SURE as HELL didn’t have to GIVE you a car so you could find a job and apply for state benefits (such as food stamps ~even though you can apply for all of that online and I provided you with links to do do)…. and YOU HAVE NO RIGHT IN HELL to say that I am responsible for Heidi’s drivers license being in jeaporady or that the gift car was towwed away due to your own irresponsibiity. I also hear that you turn your nose up at the organic food in the house and somehow have money to buy hamburger helper and the like…. I ain’t stupid…. You mistook my kindness for weakness and stupidity… bad move.

All these reasons (and more that I need not get into) add up to Mrs. Hameed not being among the kiefair.com writing staff any longer.

 

  1. Thank you so much, Breez. This is so surreal but what an opportunity!! Hi, everyone! You can call me Heidi, if you like.

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  2. As Breezy told you, my family and I have been homeless and struggling for a long time. Keep in mind that this is the first time I have spoken/written publicly on this phase of my life (for the purpose of muliple people to see)

    In Los Angeles, we were always borderline and that was when I had a JOB. The bottom fell out of the economy when I was working at the hotel we also lived at, which was a hell-hole, let me tell you. Of the 2 1/2 years I worked there, 2 of them were without any formal management at all, except for my Office Manager and myself. WE came up with the means to pay for office equipment/supplies as no one else would. WE worked to keep the guards doing their jobs and WE dealt with the police every time something would come up- the fights that ended up in arrest and/or bloodshed, the deaths that occured there (2). We monitored the grounds and reported to the police. When they came is was *ME* that they came to, no matter the hour, to run the cameras. Even after I was replaced as the Resident Manager, I was still the unofficial one, especially after he was arrested and jailed.

    Probably six months before the end came, we started having multiple managements trying to take over and “redeem” the hotel.The owner (“original”) went to jail for being a slum lord and was legally bound from maintaining a property. Therefore, several other potentials popped up. Finally we ended up with one but they rarely came and were unresponsive for the most part. Eventually, they used the bad economy to give me a choice- lose my job or take a “temporary” cut in pay, down to $9/hour (from $10) and PT (from FT). Hmmm… child to raise, family to feed…pretty obvious what I was going to have to do. On January 27, 2011, they came and called me into the office. They fired me on the spot, and informed me that the hotel was closing. I’m not saying that it was unexpected- the proverbial writing was on the wall and our Office Manager got fired before I did. I knew my days were numbered but without a contingency plan B, our options were as limited as our time. Technically, we HAD a plan B, but it wasn’t doable without money. We had been considering Chico for some time, a fellow toker having invited us, that we met through MySpace. When the offer of $5,000 came through, we had no choice but to take it in spite of the fact that according to the law, given our occupancy time, we were entitled to at least $18,500 or something like that. Unfortunately, the law has loopholes that protect the rich and connected at the expense of the poor and this was one such time. We didn’t have the money to afford a lawyer that would enforce the law, nor did we have the time, with raising a baby and all. The lawyer who was representing other people who lived at the hotel (most of whom had criminal records) wouldn’t contact me back through repeated requests for representation.

    In March 2011, we packed up our stuff, bought a cheap car with the money that we’d gotten to “relocate” and after 2 days in another hotel getting ready, we drove the 8 hours up to Paradise which is a town by Chico. We met our friend the next day. We stayed with him until we had to leave. We knew there was a shelter in Chico which accepted families and we were hell-bound to stay together, no matter what. They were also Prop 215-friendly which was very beneficial for us. The day we left our friend’s house, we ended up going to a motel room because I had the worst mouth ache I’d ever had. I’ve had issues with my teeth for decades, but whatever that was, it kept me in bed for 3 or 4 days. One blow of air to my face had me screaming. We found a cheaper motel and stayed there as long as possible. Through this whole time, I was attempting to get a job. We had a laptop and Internet connection in each motel we were in and I spent hours searching for work and going on job interviews.

    On April 20, we sat on a bench at the end of the street from the Torres Shelter (www.chicoshelter.org). We obtained a room of our own and for the next year, exclusing Christmas and Thankgiving and periodic illness, we left every day at 6:30 am and went home at 4:30 pm. Every day, Raphael took Ishy there and taught him to read and write. What he did was done under duress (our situation) and he did it whether he was sick, whether it was raining or not. Every day I went to One Stop (www.butteonestop.org) and looked for work. When the opportunity came for me to go to school, I jumped on it and started getting up at 5 am to catch the bus to Oroville (the other town that makes up the Butte County sandwich, so to speak). I worked obsessively with my case worker at One Stop, emailing her every time something changed in my life, every time I finished a course that got me closer to my initial goal of the Office Manager Certificate. I began the course in Sept of 2011. Of all the courses I took, nothing took more out of me than the mandatory Accounting class. I worked on it, got tutoring for it when I could, but those concepts, and the cold hard work that has to go into it eluded me like one of America’s top ten.The shelter refused to provide me with adequate space/time to do my work. I complained to everyone who’d listen- my caseworker knew, the head of the shelter knew, my teacher at school knew- no one could/would help me.

    In spite of all the setbacks and lack of help, with encouragement from Raphael, I pressed on. I’ve never been a quitter and although the thought came to me a thousand times a day, I thought about the fact that One Stop had footed this bill and that I owed them. On April 20, 2012, we went to Oroville and took my final, final. I had run out of time and had to tweak what my Certificate was going to be. Given the classes I had finished and the “lateness of the hour”, (ironically) I was going to have to settle for the Accounting Clerk instead of the Office Manager Certificate. I failed to get that Certificate by ONE class- Publisher (which, also ironically, I’ve known and used for years lol). Now I have this certificate and I’m glad I finished at least something but I’d rather poke my eyes out with a dull pencil than do accounting.

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  3. I was asked to write a blog focusing on why I’m angry with Breezy. Let me state emphatically that I am NOT angry with you, Breezy. I LOVE the shit out of you. Here’s what happened, because I want the truth known as I am the type who’ll want to set the record straight. You and your guy were kind enough to give us their car. We are deeply thankful for that because now we can set about getting work and getting settled into being Coloradoans. When our housemates went to get the car, my family stayed at home and took care of our son. Our housemates went up, did whatever they did and returned with the car. We were under the impression (initially) that we (the Hameeds) would be using the car for the reasons listed above. When the gentleman who owns this house bought the title or whatever he did, that made the car his property and we were allowed (thank you, Lord!) to borrow it when we needed it. We feel bad that we can’t provide that much for the house outside of food stamps and so that’s what we try to do as much as possible.

    A day or two after the car came into “our” possession, you called me on the phone. You had blessed me with some money for the purpose of turning on our phone (which we desperately need for getting a job). Unfortunately, we have to set priorities and since our food stamps ran out, we needed to get milk and other things for the house (our child is almost 4 years old). I didn’t tell you because I try not to bring anything negative to you, knowing you’re sick and in horrible pain. I haven’t had time to write in a blog because my attention of late is focusing on keeping an increasingly active child entertained or that thirst for knowledge will go towards “leveling the house”, so to speak. When you called me, you started screaming and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I’m nobody’s target and so I hung up on you, rather than stand there letting you attack me with verbal bullets. I gave it a day or two and when you called the next time, instead of us being able to clear the air, you came at me again. Again, we ended up disconnected and I’m here to set the record straight.

    I am not angry with you, Breezy. I love you and will do whatever I can to make your life easier. I AM thankful for the use of the car. I am thankful that you entrusted us to caring for the gentleman who owns this house and we all get along just fine.

    Just so it’s clear: I welcome the opportunity to communicate with you, Breezy, so long as it’s understood that I’m no one’s punching bag. I appreciate that you’re in pain and I know from a history of kidney stones that chronic pain messes with one’s head something terrible. My family and I are trying to get our feet underneath us. We have a child to get immunized, in school, jobs to find and a life to establish. We don’t seek anything other than peace. We’re peaceful people and we love unconditionally which is why I extend this olive branch. I hate conflict more than anything else in the world and if I in ANYWAY offended you, Breezy, then I apologize to the depths of my soul.

    We met under awesome circumstances, Breezy. From an article of High Times to my emailing you and spiritually setting by you while your husband walked out, you moved to Maine, your struggles and tribulations…I’ve tried to stand by you the whole time even if I couldn’t be there physically. Please don’t let a misunderstanding ruin a beautiful friendship developed by God.

    You can do what you like with this what you like. I just got off the phone with you and I’m thrilled that you gave me the advice you did on trimming. I want to work in the business, no question but honey, friendship is one thing- business another. It’s my belief that if friendship is infinitely of more value than business. It’s possible to mix the two but if I had to choose one or the other? Friendship would win out every time.

    I love you, Breezy- don’t you ever forget it-or question it- EVER…even if we never spoke again (which is highly doubtful) that would not change one iota.

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  4. I’ve been an advocate of the legalization of cannabis for about 7 years. Prior to that, like many Americans, I thought of “weed” as a drug and therefore something “bad”. “Getting high” was always seen as a negative thing, something never to do. Then I met my husband and his passion and ultra love is anything, everything CANNABIS. So, smart girl that I am, I started listening to him (who’s been involved in one way or another for 30 years) and more importantly, doing research myself so that I could cooberate his beliefs and more importantly, know it was beneficial to my faith).

    Since my re-education on what cannabis truly is, I have come into a great new world where the natural remedy is often better than the pharmeseudical. Sometimes they work independently of each other, sometimes in concert; either way, cannabis should be legalized so that EVERYONE who wants to, regardless of the MEDICAL reason (official diagnosis, important in particular for those who can’t afford to go to the doctor (at $120 a visit or public medical costing the tax payers thousands at the very least) as easily as they can afford $20 for a gram that will last them for at least a week if they don’t smoke sun up to sun down). Some people have severe depression- a hard wiring of the brain that is just sick and without strong pharmeseudical drugs, can lead the person to violence against or towards themselves (of course the irony of that is that antidepressants often carry those exact cautions as a side affect of its consumption) or others. Others, like myself-long ago diagnosed with PTSD-can medicate with cannabis and I’m just fine. I can go without it, yes, but am at my best, mentally, when I’m able to medicate. Of course, a big reason I would like to see it legalized is because that would take away the “bribary factor”- that is, having to go to someone and pay a bribe to medicate to avoid jail or worse. People who are poor don’t have the money every year to go see someone and pay the over-priced bribe and for the little bit of cannabis they can get for the lowest amount when they could practically spend the same amount and get the provisions needed to grow your own medicine. People should be able to go get a job without a major reason for not applying being burdened with the knowledge that a urine test is required and they will not pass it. If it’s legalized, that’s one less test (and therefore a savings to the company testing) that will be required because as long as they’re smart and don’t do stupid things like smoke into the bathroom fan at work and the like, you should be fine and therefore a better employee because you’re medicated and on the right path, emotionally and phycologically speaking.

    As far as growing our own medication, I encourage doing what I did- study, research, consider all, thrown away only what you’ve tested to be false and bear in mind, not everyone should smoke anymore than everyone should drink or not drink- everyone is different with different wiring. Some people are born into drug addiction and so they should VERY CAREFULLY consider what they should do and not do. People born to alcoholic parents might want to stay away from the bottle…like I said, everyone is different. But back to my original statement, in case you need guidance to what to grow for what purposes (yes, strains of cannabis have different properties, different health benefits- it’s a giant world!).

    For learning to grow your own meds, I recommend Jorge Cervantes. His videos are on You Tube and here’s a link to start you on your way: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/marijuana-horticulture-jorge-cervantes/1007788039

    For learning what strains are good to use for your particular purposes, including length of time it’ll take, what the medicinal properties are and beautiful pictures of each plant, I highly recommend Ed Rosenthal’s Big Book of Buds 1-3, and the link to find that is http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/big-book-of-buds-ed-rosenthal/1102228743

    To learn the benefits of hash oil and it’s healing properties in the healing of diseases as serious as cancer, check out Rick Simpson’s “Run from the Cure” at the following link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0psJhQHk_GI

    I am going to close this now, as this has been my 3rd attempt to get this finished and published and I want to get it out there for your education. Please study this, don’t just accept it for what it says.

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