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Topic: Proverbs 3:5 (04/06/23)
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TITLE: Don't Worry About Justice | Previous Challenge Entry
By Lisa Marcelina
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A few years before, Mommy asked me to open a joint account. Seeing the sizable sum, I advised her to transfer some of the money to an investment bank. Assenting, we opened an account there as well.
Returning from vacation, I checked the bank and discovered multiple withdrawals. I called Kate.
“Do you have a debit card for Mommy’s bank?”
“Yes,” Kate replied.
I demanded she gives me the card and promptly had it cancelled. I checked Mommy’s other accounts. All raped. I asked Kate what she did with the money. She turned dumb.
“Pay back every penny or else leave that house!”
“Then I will go.”
A few days later, I called on Mommy, and there was Kate.
“You need to leave!” I cried.
She ignored me, and I began dragging black bags out the gate. Suddenly she attacked me as one possessed. She kicked me, pulled my hair, and bit my forearm harder than a deranged dog.
Kate did more than decimate my mother’s life savings but used her to secure a $10,000 loan and diverted Mommy’s monthly pension to her bank. Kate also promised Mommy if she gave her the house, she’d care for Gary, my autistic brother.
Reports to the police about the fraud and assault proved fruitless. However, one officer recommended I approach the magistrate’s court’s registrar, as this may yield faster results than a police investigation.
Fearing Kate’s return, I frantically called relatives asking them to keep Mommy and Gary until I secured the property. While they agreed to keep Mommy, no one wanted Gary because of his disability. However, Kate never returned.
With Kate gone, Mommy needed a caregiver, so I visited the welfare department. While applications usually take six months, the welfare officer identified someone who could soon start. Within two weeks, Mommy had a caregiver.
One day Mommy handed me a letter from an insurance company reminding her to submit her life certificate. She hadn’t done so for a while, and payments ceased. Soon after, a similar letter arrived from another insurance company. As I helped Mommy fill in the forms, it hurt to see how easily she signed any paper placed before her. Nevertheless, payments resumed along with outstanding arrears. (These pensions were unrelated to the one Kate stole).
I visited the court’s registrar and detailed the assault and theft. She said she could do nothing about the money but disclosed I could become a “committee” for my mother and autistic brother. A committee, appointed by the high court, is a designation under the Mental Health Act giving a next-of-kin responsibility to manage a mentally ill relative’s property or affairs.
The committee application required a medical from a certified psychologist. Psychologists were available at the memory clinic without charge, but we needed a referral from a general practitioner. I carried Mommy to a health clinic and explained what I needed. While waiting for the doctor, a nurse took Mommy’s blood pressure which read 237/180.
“Miss Lady, you want to get a stroke?’ The nurse said.
She gave Mommy medication, and her pressure dropped. I received the referral letter and proceeded to the memory clinic.
It was now September 2019. The memory clinic clerk gave me an appointment for February 2020.
“What? No, I can’t wait that long.” I begged for an earlier date.
“Okay, let me ask the doctor.”
She returned and indicated the doctor would see my mother only after seeing the other patients.
After waiting, the clerk ushered us into a room wherein sat two doctors, one male and one female. They asked Mommy several questions and had her draw a house and a clock. After the assessment, they diagnosed moderate dementia, which, over time, would worsen. They prescribed medication to slow down memory loss and an appointment for a CAT scan. I returned the CAT scan results and observed how the male doctor scrutinized the paper.
“Your mother had a stroke?”
“What? No.”
“Yes, according to these results, your mother suffered several ministrokes.”
I was stunned. The doctor implored Mommy to take her pressure medication or risk a massive stroke.
In January 2020, the high court approved my committee application.
After many prayers and four years, I received no justice for the assault or the theft. But I sense God saying, “Don’t worry about justice just take care of your mother and brother.”
Note: This is a true story. However, Kate is not the actual name of the perpetrator.
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