Russian Poet struggling in New York after Sandy.

Organized by: Kevin Musienko

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Dear Internet dwellers, my unfortunate story begun in November of 2012.  After terrible hurracane Sandy hit my favorite city in the world -- New York. Never in my entiry life, I, Soviet-born, Brooklyn rased man of 35 years of age (16 from which I've spend in US) was so devistated and spirit-broken. All of my life possessions including over 400 poems, which were written mostly on bar napkins and random pieces of paper were buried under 7 feet of dirt and water in my basement apartment on Brighton Beach. Working as a computer support specialist I never had time too backup them into my computer. The very next day after Sandy it seemed that nothing can be worse then this. O boy, how was I wrong! It was just the begining. Three month later my father dies from lung cancer. On top of everything I got fired right after the wake on same day. And so my job-hopping fase had begun. I've even tried to work as a helper on small construction projects, however I had to realize that my lack of expirience and skill does not provide enough income. On September 5th of 2015 I was working as a bike messenger when i was struck by a car and got my hip broken. It was tipical hit and run on a completely empty intersection. Therefore no witnesses were present at the time. So I've lost my job. Moreover  I got stuck with a bill of over a $50,000. Never, in my entire life, I've begged for money. However at this point in my life I would gladly accept any help. P.S.: To be honest I do not expect much from this site, but hey... Who knows... ‘Twas night before Christmas and I was in bed I was laying and thinking: “what a life I have led” Whose lives have I ruined? Whose lives did I save? what sins did I pray for? What demons did I tame? ‘Twas night before Christmas and I was checking my soul After long weary hours; I understood for whom the bell tolls It was my understanding, that life was a game. There are no regrets; there are no demons to tame ‘Twas night before Christmas and I did feel the pain I hoped and I hoped that my life wasn’t in vain I dealt my cards as a professional crook But life proved me wrong and I feel like a mook ‘Twas night before Christmas and I’ve realized That I, as a person, left to my own demise I did misinterpret the biggest mistake And now I don’t know which life path to take Kevin Constantine Musienko


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