Lets Give David A Home
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Hi friends, family, loved ones, and anyone who kindly takes the time to read this post. You have my sincere gratitude . Yesterday afternoon I experienced a true miracle. I found my brother who has been missing for the last 16 years. He's ALIVE!!!!!!!!
The last 24 hours have been an emotional roller coaster.
Yesterday, as I pulled to side of the road and laid eyes on the homeless man sitting at the bus stop with only his 2 crates, my heart was beating, the tears had already begun to pour down my face . You see, after the first decade went by, I lost hope of ever finding him. These last few years, I accepted the fact that we were never going to find him. In my heart I had put him to rest .
Los Angeles has a population of nearly 10 million people. How is it that he was sitting alone at a bus stop less than a few miles from my home? Also we are all from New York, so it is a surprise to find him here.
When I said hello, he beamed his old mega watt smile that is now missing two teeth and gave me a light hearted, childlike "hey, how are you?" he did not recognize me as his sister. As I continued
to talk to him, I quickly realized my brother who had once built computers and gadgets out of spare parts has suffered severely in ways I have only begun to understand. His memory is fragmented. His spirit defeated. He has only had his own thoughts to comfort him during this long stretch of time and because of that, a form of mental illness has set in.
I asked what he had been doing all these years and his one reply was, "SURVIVING."
I noticed the ninja like move he had perfected as a kid to emulate his favorite video game, "mortal combat," had now become a nervous twitch. In fact, now that I have spent several days caring for him in my home and interacting with him, he truly seems to be stuck in this childhood happy place.
I remember when we were kids, all of the little things that took away the sting of the pain inflicted on him: a movie, a certain cereal, a comic strip. Those small, little pleasures that children enjoy are the only things he has been gently asking me for.
I guess that was the only way for him to survive all these years. His happy place.
Yesterday..
After showing him some old photographs of us in my phone and FaceTiming my sisters in New York, I convinced him to come back with me to my house with the promise of a warm bed and food. He was hesitant, thinking it was a trick. He is not used to any sort of kindness.
My brother David is the oldest of my mother's 6 kids. He used to pack bags at the supermarket before he was old enough for a real job in order to raise money for my sisters and I during some of the hardest financial times growing up. He took pride in knowing he was doing something to help in the absence of our father.
I will do everything in my power to see him through to healing. He needs a break in his life. He has never had a single one.
In the last 24 hours, while working on gaining his trust, I have made countless calls to hospitals, counselors, social workers and friends to figure out the next steps. What has become apparent is that it is going to take a lot of care, time, nurturing, and a fair amount of money to gain some stability and consistency in his life, and to once and for all show him that he is not alone and that he is loved and worth loving.
Our goals are to get him medical care, psychiatric help, and assisted living.
I am in the process of gaining a conservatorship lawyer. So I can be the one to make important decisions on his behalf.
Please follow this link and or share it to make a donation
https://www.gofundme.com/Hope4David
With joint efforts we can make this possible. I will be updating the account as we get closer to the goal.
Thank you all for your prayers and kindness. Happy Holidays
Diana.

The last 24 hours have been an emotional roller coaster.
Yesterday, as I pulled to side of the road and laid eyes on the homeless man sitting at the bus stop with only his 2 crates, my heart was beating, the tears had already begun to pour down my face . You see, after the first decade went by, I lost hope of ever finding him. These last few years, I accepted the fact that we were never going to find him. In my heart I had put him to rest .
Los Angeles has a population of nearly 10 million people. How is it that he was sitting alone at a bus stop less than a few miles from my home? Also we are all from New York, so it is a surprise to find him here.
When I said hello, he beamed his old mega watt smile that is now missing two teeth and gave me a light hearted, childlike "hey, how are you?" he did not recognize me as his sister. As I continued
to talk to him, I quickly realized my brother who had once built computers and gadgets out of spare parts has suffered severely in ways I have only begun to understand. His memory is fragmented. His spirit defeated. He has only had his own thoughts to comfort him during this long stretch of time and because of that, a form of mental illness has set in.
I asked what he had been doing all these years and his one reply was, "SURVIVING."
I noticed the ninja like move he had perfected as a kid to emulate his favorite video game, "mortal combat," had now become a nervous twitch. In fact, now that I have spent several days caring for him in my home and interacting with him, he truly seems to be stuck in this childhood happy place.
I remember when we were kids, all of the little things that took away the sting of the pain inflicted on him: a movie, a certain cereal, a comic strip. Those small, little pleasures that children enjoy are the only things he has been gently asking me for.
I guess that was the only way for him to survive all these years. His happy place.
Yesterday..
After showing him some old photographs of us in my phone and FaceTiming my sisters in New York, I convinced him to come back with me to my house with the promise of a warm bed and food. He was hesitant, thinking it was a trick. He is not used to any sort of kindness.
My brother David is the oldest of my mother's 6 kids. He used to pack bags at the supermarket before he was old enough for a real job in order to raise money for my sisters and I during some of the hardest financial times growing up. He took pride in knowing he was doing something to help in the absence of our father.
I will do everything in my power to see him through to healing. He needs a break in his life. He has never had a single one.
In the last 24 hours, while working on gaining his trust, I have made countless calls to hospitals, counselors, social workers and friends to figure out the next steps. What has become apparent is that it is going to take a lot of care, time, nurturing, and a fair amount of money to gain some stability and consistency in his life, and to once and for all show him that he is not alone and that he is loved and worth loving.
Our goals are to get him medical care, psychiatric help, and assisted living.
I am in the process of gaining a conservatorship lawyer. So I can be the one to make important decisions on his behalf.
Please follow this link and or share it to make a donation
https://www.gofundme.com/Hope4David
With joint efforts we can make this possible. I will be updating the account as we get closer to the goal.
Thank you all for your prayers and kindness. Happy Holidays
Diana.
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Diana Gordon
Organizer
Los Angeles, CA