My last post was “Give Up or Get Up.”

Great advice, right? It was a post trying to encourage people to never give up, to fight the good fight, to keep going, no matter how hard life gets.

That’s been my philosophy for 70 years and I have always been proud of how I have followed that advice. I’ve had more than my share of personal struggles, starting in my mid twenties with a disabled baby that stayed a baby his entire 29 years of life.

I’ve had some very scary health issues including a genetic disease called Hypokalemia, that stays unknown and hidden until you wake up like a mummy, paralyzed and unable to move. It’s a super fun “DNA thing” that you unknowingly pass on to all your future generations for eternity.

My mind has said for the last few years to “step forward” when I wake up, but my legs are paralyzed in pain and it’s almost impossible to do. But if I don’t, I will fall flat on my face. I take a chance, push off and pray my legs will wake up.

With every tiny excruciating painful step, I focus on what needs to be done that day and push through the rest of the day.

Last week was an extreme test of my life philosophy and my faith. This test started at the end of the very day that I had posted the “Give Up or Get Up” story.

We had just moved into our new rental house in Santa Barbara. We were rushing to move everything from the first house we had rented with the gorgeous back yard. We moved and set everything up in two quick days in preparation of our Thanksgiving dinner we were sharing with friends and our community.

While we were sitting down for the first time in two days, just hours from Turkey Day, we received an email with a notice of cancellation for the second house from “The Grinch,” the new property manager.

Why? Just because we didn’t want a broken washer and dryer that didn’t work or the dog urine soaked old sofas and rugs in the cute little house?

The Grinch said she didn’t want to be bothered by us during the entire holiday week. She was kicking us out effective the day after Thanksgiving at 5pm!

Thank God California has tough tenant protection laws because of property managers who are entitled, rude and don’t really need an income here in Santa Barbara evidently.

We handled this like we instinctively know how to do when life throws us a curve ball. Shake it off, grumble for awhile, then roast a turkey and feed the world with a smile!

Step Forward, Grit your Teeth, and Fight Like Hell! We refuse to leave our new home until the lease is up on June 30 or until we find a “cheap” fixer upper here.

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