After 10 years in my house, my son won $90 million in the lottery. The next day, he threw my stuff on the street. Get out to a nursing home. I am a millionaire. I smiled. Dear, did you check whose name is on the ticket? Good day, dear listeners. It’s Clara again. I’m glad you’re here with me. Please like this video and listen to my story till the end and let me know which city you’re listening from.
That way I can see how far my story has traveled. I want to tell you about the day I stood on my own front porch in my bathrobe watching my suitcase tumble down the front steps and land sideways in the hydrangeas I had planted 31 years ago. I want to tell you about that day clearly without anger clouding the details because the details matter.
They always matter more than people think. But first, let me tell you about the life before that morning. My name is Margaret Ellis. I am 74 years old and I have lived in the same yellow house on Carver Street in Columbus, Ohio for most of my adult life. My husband Roland built the back porch with his own hands in 1987.