I live in an apartment complex for the elderly and disabled. Believe me at twenty-five as I write this, I am the youngest one here. Being physically disabled is different from mentally disabled, I have one that lives right across from me, sometimes they can be scary. I have lived here over a year now. This is a single story complex with 60 apartments. Over all they are very nice, and very very old. The apartment manager Debbie, tells me they are at least sixty years old. Each apartment is about 500 square feet. You can have a studio which I have, or a one bedroom, not any more space, just a different layout, but they do have a full kitchen whereas I do not.
Back in the old days they did not have air-conditioning like they do now. Living in the dessert they invented “swamp coolers” Originally on farms the water intake was put in the pond, and in places like Louisiana, actually in the swamp. This cooled the water and a fan blew over the cool rods pushing cooler air into the room, or house. Sort of like a giant water-cooler for your computer chip.
In humid whether it does not work so well. However last Sunday, August 16th, 2015 the power went out. Of course my computer did too. Oddly when the state moved me here, my APS backup broke somehow, and replacing the battery did not work. So all this time I have been without a backup. So Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday morning I was without any cooling at all. Being as small as I am, when I am alone I have the doors locked, bolted and chained. I did open the big windows, but sweat poured off my nose and hair. I am not used to that. Needless to say I was miserable, and on top of that I was in a lot of pain, took the pain pills then I was out of it.
They tried working on the electric a couple of days with no success. Wednesday afternoon Debbie, the manager, brings over a portable air-conditioner. You are not allowed window units in the apartments but you can have a portable… I understand why they do not want them, just I never understood the sense in it. So now, at least until they can get an electrician to redo the wiring I have air-conditioning. Debbie did her part so my life would be livable.
That should have been the end of it. Yet it wasn’t. Debbie came over after lunch on Friday, she had a APS battery backup still in a box, which meant she just bought it. She had the Apartment Fixer guy Carlos with her. She said she bought this because I was the only one in the complex with so many electronic gadgets and she didn’t want anything to get broken. So in a few minutes I had it installed (with their help of course). She made a statement, “I would like to have it back when the electric is fixed but I understand if you keep it.”
That was a puzzling statement, so I asked, “How much did you pay for it?”
After she told me I said, “Well, I have to pay back Paul for my new motherboard so could I pay, say $20 a month until it is paid off?”
She smiled at me and nodded, “That would be fine, but you do not have to.”
I said “Well if I am going to keep it, I need to pay for it.”
Debbie, thought, went out of her way, and used her own money to help me. No one told her to, no one asked her to, and it is not a part of being a manager for a bunch of us in wheelchairs or the old people that live here. Although she mentioned a few months ago she hoped none of the residents visited my apartment to see all the fancy equipment I have. I guess I would be the catalyst for a lot of electric usage if they did.
I do not know if Debbie does such things for others in the complex, I know she did it for me. Thank you for being the caring person you are Debbie. Thank you very much, from the bottom of my heart.”