I heard a knock on the door and opening it saw a nice looking young man with a kind voice and solid handshake. He told me that he had heard about the loss of my husband and knew that he had suffered with cancer. He asked how I was doing, (he was so kind), I invited him in. He explained that he understood how financially draining long illnesses can be on the family budget and he knew I didn't want to be a burden to my children. He told me that I could actually get all the money I needed by using my home as collateral, said he knew that my late husband wouldn't want me worrying about money.
I couldn't believe I was fooled. Maybe it was because I was so desperate, but the thought that I came so close to being homeless is devastating. I felt like an old fool. I am so glad I asked for help because I couldn't bring myself to tell the kids. The volunteer attorney got them to forgive all the prepayment penalties and the local bank gave me a new loan that I could afford (the one the nice young man offered cost $100 more a month than I received to live on!) I am so grateful for the help. I still have my home and my memories.