I came a cross a dramatic event on last Wednesday. Thanks God I am still here to tell you this story. At the end of April, Aunt Ling (the one I’m paying rent to at Burnaby home) and me agree that I will pay another $200 to rent her place for my furniture in the following 4 months, I brought some 老婆餅 for her and cash for rent. I was also going to bring some winter clothes back to Burnaby and bring some summer clothes back to Richmond. Once I arrived, there were lots of cars parking outside the house. I thought they were having party. Then a man, who is about 6 feet tall, came to block me, asking me who I was. In return I asked him who he was, coz I lived there. He replied, “This house is growing XXX” – something I have never heard of. He then explained that the basement is growing weeds, everyone living here has to be sent to jail. At this time, a whole bunches of police with full uniform came out and surround me. As you can imagine, I was shocked, very shocked. I didn’t even know they have basement, I thought the house only has the ground floor and second floor where my room is, and where I spent most of my time in. The entrance of the basement is a hidden hole in the ground of the garage, where both Aunt Ling and I can never access. The land lord was the only one using the garage. What happened next is a lady police come search all over my body to make sure I didn’t have weapons. The other police then brought me into the house and ask, “Don’t you smell it?” Then I said, “ya there’s a funny smell, but I thought it’s just the old carpet. Why am I supposed to know what weed smells like?” Don’t you agree? Am I supposed to report to the police when the carpet smells bad in my home? What’s follow is a long long list of questions to be answered. At first I was so shocked that I couldn’t remember anything, which makes the police think that Ism not co-operating. But then of course they knew I was innocent – I was living in Richmond in the previous four months anyways – so they started being nice to me and let me go. But they still suspect that how I can pay only $200 for such a luxurious room! Since the house is stealing electricity to grow the things and the police will cut the power supply. They ask me to take my things out from the house! How can I take things out? I have tones of winter clothes in the car! My room has a bed, a desk, chairs, drawers, and tones of clothes and books! I ended up taking only some of the newest clothes and have to give up most of the others stuff. The police search all over my stuff, read over my notes… just everything! This event indeed upsets me. First, I left lots of thing in that house. Second, I had been living in a weed growing house for 2 months but I didn’t notice it. So dump! The police even laughed at me, “How can a smart person like YOU can get involved in this kind of stuff?” Third, I am worrying Aunt Ling and her son. We are not very closed but I had been living with them for more than a year. They don’t look like bad people. Now, however, I am so afraid that whenever I am alone, I worried that danger comes after me. I don’t even want to go washroom, but of coz I’ve got no choice. I didn’t tell this story to anyone until today because I was afraid that you would think I was involved. I told Joshua, my pastor, who said that I am too silly to think like that. He encourages me to share the fear with you to get your support. I hope you guys also support me. Regardless of the unfortunate event, I do really have to thank God for his care. I was supposed to reach that house earlier – If the police came after me and figured that I was packing clothes; I would have been in great trouble. Moreover, Thank God I was living in Richmond for the previous 4 months and got another co-op job in Kelowna starting in June, or else I would have been living in that house when the police came. God, I thank you for taking care of me in all the dramatic events, but I am really a bit tired of the unstable life. If you don't mind, can I take a rest? | 
