Mirror Image Edutainment, Alan John Mayer
until they poop on my floor.
The following is a letter requesting my animals be respected as my family.
Dear Mr. Supervisor,
several years ago I had a two bedroom voucher, which I relinquished because I did not want my caregiver to live in with me. For my own mental well-being, I need to live alone — alone with my three service animals. After losing most of my loved ones in tragic circumstances, which resulted in my post traumatic stress, these animals are my family. There are times when my caregiver has needed to close the door and be alone to complete his work. Currently, I live in a two bedroom, for which I have been paying the difference. Given the street as my other option, I chose this noisy apartment, set between two playgrounds of high-pitched, screaming children.
I am a teacher of ELD, English Language Development, unemployed due to my disability, reaching every day for recovery from my errors. I have allowed my disability, mainly having to deal with the bad behavior of others, to prevent me from carrying out my life, and my career. I look forward once again to being able to provide the services I spent years at the University learning: teaching English language development to children and foreigners. To prepare and teach any lesson, whether volunteer or to feed this habit we have called eating, a teacher needs a desk, and space in which to plan, lay out, and execute lessons. He should not have to clear off his bed at night before he can go to sleep. We must value education, our only hope.
Fifteen years ago, my father’s death at one hundred and three, left me with a horsehair brush, a book, a sweater, and three blonde harpies as my inheritance. I did spent three months taking care of my mother, only to have her dump me when I was spent. My father’s death left me penniless, homeless, disabled. As a public school teacher, I gave my best to the children and adults in inner-city, lower socio-economic neighborhoods. I knew it was best for me not to bring children of my own into this world. Now I ask, in all humility, the children, (and grandchildren), of my former students, respect the needs of an old man.
For thirty years, it has been my mission to harness the power of media to entertain, enlighten, and heal, beginning with myself. I am still reaching. During these past few years, I set up a blog with over two hundred posts, (and maintained it). My service dog, Pokey, has a UTube channel with over two hundred videos with his two toilet-trained pet cats. Meck&Miao and Pokey; most viewers like the video entitled Homecoming, the record of the day the cats met the puppy.
Every morning, I invest time training my service animals. Like children, when their needs are met, they behave. When they aren’t, they become unruly. As with children, my animals require space in which to store cages, food, bathing, and bedding supplies, toys, and towels, not to mention scratching posts and condos. Since being attacked here in Van Nuys (more than once), I no longer allow my animals outside, and that makes them anxious. These are active, alert animals that will climb the walls if they are cooped up. If they don’t have room in which to be themselves, they just add to my post traumatic stress, rather than relieve it. It is for this reason that my family’s needs be met, the same as if I required sustenance of my three children.
I am more than happy to provide contacts, and a letter from Ms. Bea Mitz, teacher of the Life Writing class at the West Hollywood Library, who will verify my dedication to my work as a writer. It is through Bea Mtiz’s class, that I met Mrs. Barabra Chong, one my writing partners. I responded to an essay of hers on her relationships with her tenants, and expressed my desire to live in her building. Four months later, she told me she is holding a two bedroom apartment for me, pending Section 8’s inspection and approval. It will be another five years before another apartment comes up, she told me.
I live for the thought of getting back on my feet as a productive member of society, serving, writing, harnessing the media to entertain, enlighten, and heal, beginning with myself first.
I humbly ask my request for a two bedroom voucher be honored to support my family’s needs.
There is One life.
This life is God.
This life is perfect.
This life is my home now.
It awaits me in God’s love,
love, beauty, strength, vitality, compassion, joy, peace, love, harmony, understanding.
I give thanks.
I let it go.
And so it is.