Falling Through The Cracks Foundation
Battling Poverty One Donation at a Time: Judgment-Free
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Timeline for a 63-year-old losing his job, to his family, becoming homeless, and dying on the street.
A Real-Life Tragic Slide Show
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In the upscale neighbourhood of Yaletown, where we reside, our lives were abruptly thrown into uncertainty when my long-standing career fell victim to the Covid crisis. Struggling to make ends meet, we often find ourselves with only pennies to spare, overwhelmed by fear and depression, desperately trying to deny our harsh reality.
We now relate more to the suffering souls on the streets than to our affluent neighbours, who relentlessly strive to eradicate the eyesore of homelessness. Their voices echo in our ears, “Get a Job,” “They brought it upon themselves.”
Empathy, compassion, and understanding have vanished into thin air.
Of course, no one desires to witness the anguish of individuals on the streets. I certainly don’t aspire to become one of them, nor do I wish to be subjected to judgment.
It is vital to remember that individuals facing dire circumstances often do not choose their predicaments. Our inclination to judge and assign blame only intensifies their pain.
In the photograph, you can observe the fenced-up storefronts of a building that houses now-defunct businesses slated for demolition in the upcoming year. This act of enclosing the premises is a blatant display of cruelty perpetrated by the residents of my neighbourhood, who seem to prioritize property values over the inherent injustice of humanity.
It is truly repugnant.
The fencing-up of this building serves as yet another weapon in the ongoing war against the impoverished, sending a clear message to those who have fallen through society’s cracks: the privileged view you as subhuman.
These vacant storefronts provide a momentary refuge for those in distress, a brief respite from the elements.
Regrettably, it appears that those who possess abundance feel compelled to vilify those who don’t all in an attempt to elevate their self-worth.
Humanity must strive to be better.
Let us never lose sight of compassion.
We now relate more to the suffering souls on the streets than to our affluent neighbours, who relentlessly strive to eradicate the eyesore of homelessness. Their voices echo in our ears, “Get a Job,” “They brought it upon themselves.”
Empathy, compassion, and understanding have vanished into thin air.
Of course, no one desires to witness the anguish of individuals on the streets. I certainly don’t aspire to become one of them, nor do I wish to be subjected to judgment.
It is vital to remember that individuals facing dire circumstances often do not choose their predicaments. Our inclination to judge and assign blame only intensifies their pain.
In the photograph, you can observe the fenced-up storefronts of a building that houses now-defunct businesses slated for demolition in the upcoming year. This act of enclosing the premises is a blatant display of cruelty perpetrated by the residents of my neighbourhood, who seem to prioritize property values over the inherent injustice of humanity.
It is truly repugnant.
The fencing-up of this building serves as yet another weapon in the ongoing war against the impoverished, sending a clear message to those who have fallen through society’s cracks: the privileged view you as subhuman.
These vacant storefronts provide a momentary refuge for those in distress, a brief respite from the elements.
Regrettably, it appears that those who possess abundance feel compelled to vilify those who don’t all in an attempt to elevate their self-worth.
Humanity must strive to be better.
Let us never lose sight of compassion.
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I don’t want to end up dying on the streets.
But that seems to be my fate.
I’m slowly coming to terms with it.
But that seems to be my fate.
I’m slowly coming to terms with it.
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Let’s not sugarcoat it; when I hit the cold asphalt, that will be the end for me. I don’t want to die, but it’s inevitable... and soon. I won’t have to take matters into my own hands because once my life-sustaining pills run out, I’ll only have a week or two at most before a massive heart attack claims my life.
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The Falling Through The Cracks Origin Story
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Keep reading or read the PDF above!
Why am I starting The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation?
Well, some people may think that ever since my job was cancelled at the start of the pandemic, I should be focusing all of my energies on saving the financial life of myself and my family.
Oh, how I’ve tried.
But harsh realities have a propensity to slam into us when we age; in my case, I’m well into my sixties and the harsh realities I’ve mentioned often come in the form of noise from some around me who think they know what I should be doing to survive, repeatedly shouting ‘get a job’ — pardon the French, I’m not sure why ‘French’ is synonymous with profanity, but anyway, pardon the French, as if I haven’t thought of getting a fucking job.
For those of you who agree with the ‘get a job’ people, you can French off, I don’t feel the need to tell you I’ve applied for over 150 jobs with the only people showing interest are the ones who are trying to scam me and hammer the final nails into my coffin.
Not only have I applied for umpteen soul-crushing jobs and been ignored, but also while in the throes of devastating depression, I have written 14 manuscripts, went to the fitness asylum almost daily, walked over 6 million steps per year, and read and reviewed over 300 books—all with my life, and the life of my loved ones spiralling down the drain as life in one’s sixties, is friggen hard.
The last time I was forced to search for work I wasn’t on Canada Pension and the internet didn’t exist. What bleeping chance do I have?
But I try.
Get a job.
French off.
Tears leak from my eyes.
Well, some people may think that ever since my job was cancelled at the start of the pandemic, I should be focusing all of my energies on saving the financial life of myself and my family.
Oh, how I’ve tried.
But harsh realities have a propensity to slam into us when we age; in my case, I’m well into my sixties and the harsh realities I’ve mentioned often come in the form of noise from some around me who think they know what I should be doing to survive, repeatedly shouting ‘get a job’ — pardon the French, I’m not sure why ‘French’ is synonymous with profanity, but anyway, pardon the French, as if I haven’t thought of getting a fucking job.
For those of you who agree with the ‘get a job’ people, you can French off, I don’t feel the need to tell you I’ve applied for over 150 jobs with the only people showing interest are the ones who are trying to scam me and hammer the final nails into my coffin.
Not only have I applied for umpteen soul-crushing jobs and been ignored, but also while in the throes of devastating depression, I have written 14 manuscripts, went to the fitness asylum almost daily, walked over 6 million steps per year, and read and reviewed over 300 books—all with my life, and the life of my loved ones spiralling down the drain as life in one’s sixties, is friggen hard.
The last time I was forced to search for work I wasn’t on Canada Pension and the internet didn’t exist. What bleeping chance do I have?
But I try.
Get a job.
French off.
Tears leak from my eyes.
And even if I got a job
A hypothetical story
I go to the gym.
I pull a muscle in my groin. I can barely walk.
I need to let my new employer know, the things I need to do, like exercise, to help me keep living, are often detrimental to one’s health as we age.
“Hey, I can’t come to work for the next three weeks, I’m being fitted for a scooter.”
“But you’re in great shape. What happened?”
“I exercised.”
“I’m sorry, we can’t afford to keep you working here.”
“Why? I need the job.”
“I can’t say it for legal reasons.”
“Is it because I’m getting older?”
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Tears leak from my eyes.
“I don’t want to become homeless. I’m desperate. I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you asked friends and family for help?”
“They can’t, they are getting older as well (and many have died), and as much as I’m trying to keep living indoors, I’m also trying to keep my pride and dignity.
That’s WHY I am starting THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS FOUNDATION.”
I pull a muscle in my groin. I can barely walk.
I need to let my new employer know, the things I need to do, like exercise, to help me keep living, are often detrimental to one’s health as we age.
“Hey, I can’t come to work for the next three weeks, I’m being fitted for a scooter.”
“But you’re in great shape. What happened?”
“I exercised.”
“I’m sorry, we can’t afford to keep you working here.”
“Why? I need the job.”
“I can’t say it for legal reasons.”
“Is it because I’m getting older?”
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Tears leak from my eyes.
“I don’t want to become homeless. I’m desperate. I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you asked friends and family for help?”
“They can’t, they are getting older as well (and many have died), and as much as I’m trying to keep living indoors, I’m also trying to keep my pride and dignity.
That’s WHY I am starting THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS FOUNDATION.”
How can you help?
THERE ARE SEVERAL WAYS TO DONATE
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By purchasing a copy or two or fourteen or an infinite (1) number of books from Sleeping Seagull Books.
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/sleeping-seagull.html
$5.00 from each sale goes into THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS FOUNDATION.
The rest goes to me.
Isn’t that selfish?
I wrote all of the books.
So, to answer your question: IT’S. NOT. SELFISH.
Hey, ‘get a job’ people, when are you going to purchase your copies?
Get it?
Probably not.
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/sleeping-seagull.html
$5.00 from each sale goes into THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS FOUNDATION.
The rest goes to me.
Isn’t that selfish?
I wrote all of the books.
So, to answer your question: IT’S. NOT. SELFISH.
Hey, ‘get a job’ people, when are you going to purchase your copies?
Get it?
Probably not.
- I don’t think 'infinite' is a number.
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Donate on THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS page.
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/falling-through-the-cracks.html
All money will be held in trust until we decide how to allocate it.
(See Transparency)
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/falling-through-the-cracks.html
All money will be held in trust until we decide how to allocate it.
(See Transparency)
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Donate on THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS: GoFundMe Page.
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THE PREFERRED OPTION
Buy a book @ Sleeping Seagull Books
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/sleeping-seagull.html
That way, me, and my family can continue living indoors.
Buy a book @ Sleeping Seagull Books
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/sleeping-seagull.html
That way, me, and my family can continue living indoors.
After you purchase a book—do whatever you can and DONATE either on my website or the GoFundMe Page.
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/falling-through-the-cracks.html
Drop the judgment.
Be part of a BETTER WORLD.
Suffering people are human --
no matter how scary you think they look.
https://www.lindsaywincherauk.com/falling-through-the-cracks.html
Drop the judgment.
Be part of a BETTER WORLD.
Suffering people are human --
no matter how scary you think they look.
Transparency
Breakdown of Donations
For every $100 Donated (all held in trust)
65%
$65.00
Allocated to those in need.
25%
$25.00
Administrative Costs (Future Hires)
10%
$10.00
Administrator Fee
Breakdown of Donations
For every $100 Donated (all held in trust)
65%
$65.00
Allocated to those in need.
25%
$25.00
Administrative Costs (Future Hires)
10%
$10.00
Administrator Fee
Phase 1
Raise Money
Raise Money
Phase 2
Once a certain amount is raised, form a board.
Once a certain amount is raised, form a board.
Phase 3
The board decides allocation parameters.
The board decides allocation parameters.
Phase 4
Distribute funds to those (in need) selected for allocation: judgement-free.
Distribute funds to those (in need) selected for allocation: judgement-free.
Judgement-free?
Yes, judgement-free, I’ve learned by being in the perils of uncertainty that when you reach a certain age, people judging you for how you live only exacerbate the challenges.
Translation: Once you’ve reached a certain stage of life, people need to trust you haven’t been playing the long game just to get help so you can survive.
Please Donate
You never know when you might fall through the cracks.
You never know when you might fall through the cracks.
I never expected to be where I am today — so, I now believe my sole purpose in life is to make a difference, and to do so, I need to keep living indoors.
Looking for work as I near 64 — I’m finding I may as well get a face tattoo.
OVERTIME
Look at the picture at the start of this document (or top of the page).
Look at the hole cut in the fence. I remind you this is a vacant building.
Well, the hole in the fence has been patched because society has the tendency to treat those in need as subhuman.
Look at the hole cut in the fence. I remind you this is a vacant building.
Well, the hole in the fence has been patched because society has the tendency to treat those in need as subhuman.
THE FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS FOUNDATION
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Subject to frequent updates.
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