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Help Against Drugs Organization of N.Y.C., Inc. has been in existence,
it has helped over 20,000 youths, including homeleess and needy families.
Most of the money donated to and raised by H.A.D. All-Star Charity
Fundraisers goes to ward helpin people who need help the most. Below
are testimonies from some of the prople H.A.D. has helped throughout
the years. At this time we have many food and furniture donations.
We are presently looking for any individual, business people or corporations
who are interested in donating monetary funds, so we can further
help those in need. We have a waiting list of those who are in need
of our help, and financial support. In order to make this project
a further success, We need to forge a partnership with corporations,
individuals and business people who believe in helping with these
humanitarian causes. A proposal can be provided upon request. Please
feel free to telephone our hotline at (718) 507-7616, or email us,
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Ms.
Dee
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Hi,
I am M.S. Dee I was born in Brooklyn, NY where I have lived
for most of my life, until recently, when I moved to Staten
Island, NY. I have five children
I contracted HIV about
two years ago through sexual contact with a bisexual partner.
My first reaction was one of shock, outrage and anger. Although
I am not experiencing
any complications from being HIV+, am in need of certain
medications; I am taking a nucleocide, protease inhibitor
and a non-nucleocide. My total tablet/capsule consumtion
is approximately 15 per day. I am receiving some support
(although not much) from my family and Social Security and
Disability from the Government. Prior to contracting HIV,
I had a career as a Supervisor for the (H.R.A.). Contracting
AIDS has changed my life tremendously. If I were to make
any recommendations to all those young folks out there, it
would be simply to understand that AIDS is NOT a homosexual
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members presenting furniture and food to Ms. Dee, H.I.V. victim,
and family, for the year 2001. |
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assured of not contracting
it is to completely abstain from sex, because you cannot
assume that anyone is not infected with HIV.I got in touch
with H.A.D. Organization through a referral from an organization
in based in Staten Island, NY. When I telephoned, Mr. Abbey,
H.A.D.'s Executive Director, picked up the phone and I told
him my situation about my H.I.V. status and my needs for
furniture, clothing and food. We talked on the phone for
a good half hour. He gave me a verbal committment that a
few days before Christmas, he would be in my house in Staten
Island with his fellow volunteers with the furniture, clothing,
and food I needed. He took my address and telephone number,
and told me "I will be there at . . . with the things
you have requested." Read
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The Leslie Rae Story
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H.A.D.'s
New Years Needy Family Presentation
Please allow me to introduce
myself. My name is Leslie Rae. I was born 33 years ago in Chicago,
Illinois. I was raised in San Juan, Puerto Rico with my grandmother.
I came to this country in 1986. I married in 1987, and now have
3 beautiful daughters, Frances, 14, Ashley, 11 and Kimberly, 6.
After ten years, I got divorced, and ever since I have been working
very hard. I worked for an Italian restaurant in Long Island, as
well as independently as a freelance photographer. Things were
going well. I bought a car and raised my children in a good neighborhood
in Queens. Suddenly, I got an unexptected call from Puerto Rico,
from which I learned that my grandmother had passed away. I could
not believe the events that followed; I had to sell everything
I owned--my car, all of my furniture--everything!. I had managed
to scrape together $2000 in order to purchase airline tickets for
the four of us.
We finally arrived in Puerto
Rico. The only relative I had aside from my grandmother was my
father who helped my daughters and I tremendously. Having worked
with the Police in Puerto Rico, he helped me secure a job with
the U.S. Customs at the International Airport in Puerto Rico. After
that, things appeared to run smoothly.
I established my kids and I
all over again one more time. After residing in Puerto Rico for
about a year, I received a call from my mother and sister in New
York. My mother and and sister got married and moved to Rhode Island.
As for my mother and I, we had decided not to move there. The only
option my children and I had was to go to a city shelter--we had
no money, no food, no place to stay, and to make matters worse,
the weather was extremely cold. Read
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Needy
Family Presentation
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I approached H.A.D. Organization
of N.Y.C., Inc. Approximately one year ago. I told them that
we have a lot of youths and kids who are very poor, and sometimes
go to bed on an empty stomach, and that I'd like to have
the H.A.D. Organization come and make a needy food/totebag
presentation. Last Thanksgiving, H.A.D., along with their
volunteers, came to our community in Brooklyn with bags full
of food, toys and games for the kids. The kids who received
the totebags full of food where overwhelmed, as were their
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H.A.D.'s Thanksgiving Needy Family Presentation |
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The H.A.D. Official Totebags
are very usefull for the kids because they can put their
books and school things in them. Once again, may God deeply
bless Abbey H. Muneer and the H.A.D. Organization of N.Y.C.,
Inc. volunteers and members for making all of this possible
for our kids.
Peace and Love,
Mrs. (T), Brooklyn, N.Y.
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Shot
in the spine
Might never
walk again. Confined to a wheelchair.
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At the of age 17, I was
at a party one day. It was 11:00pm when my friend and I started
leaving. As we walked one block, two guys approached us,
one of them pulling a gun. They asked me to take off my gold
chain. I refused and tried to make a get-a-way, but as I
pushed one of the guys, the one with the gun shot me in the
back. I fell to the ground, and the next thing I knew, I
was in the hospital, where they operated on me. I was later
told that, if they tried to take the bullet out of my spine,
I could be paralyzed for life.
So I am in a wheelchair,
and have an nurse who is taking care of me around the clock.
Mr. Abbey and Bishop Charles Franks came to my house to offer
good advice and uplifting words, as well as making a needy
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Mr. J, confined to a
wheelchair.
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Day. H.A.D. is a good organization.
They are doing what they say. I know because I have experience
with them. When they said that wanted me to share this story
with them, I was more than happy to let you kids out their
know about me.
One day, I will walk again with the will of God! Mr. J.
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I
Came From Florida
I
had my bags and money stolen at the New York Port Authority
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I lived in Florida for
most of my life. I had a good lifestyle, but I got caught
up with the wrong crowd, and eventually started using drugs
and alcohol. I lost my job and my house. My family did not
want to know me. I packed my bags, having only about $100
to my name. I though that if I could go to New York, I could
perhaps find a job and straighten my life out. But, when
I boarded the bus from Florida to New York, I put my luggage
in the back of the bus, along with all of my money. When
I arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal and went to
get my luggage from the back, the bus driver told me that
there wasn't any more luggage left in there. I told him that
my luggage had to be there, because when I came from Florida,
I had put it in the back. He told me to go to the Police
station, and file report, which I did; nothing was done.
I lived in the Port Authority, sleeping on the benches, eating
at church soup kitchens, and occassionally sleeping at different
shelters throughout New York City. I met Mr. Abbey Hussain
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I had my bags and money stolen at
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and asked me if I would
be interested eating food from him. Every week or so, he
would come and give me food. On occassion, he gave me a suit
and an overcoat to keep me warm in the winter. The things
he has done for me have been great. I salute him and the
H.A.D. Organization. We need more organization's like H.A.D.
I am presently living in shelter, and I am off drugs and
trying to straighten out my life.
Mr. F.K., Florida. |
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Damaris
The
Miracle Comeback
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My
name is Damaris Rodriguez. I was born in Santurce, Puerto
Rico on September 4th, 1967. I was brought to the United
States in 1970. Then, I was sent to the Dominican Republic
at the age of five to study. There, I was being raised by
my aunt, uncle and grandparents. I stayed there until I was
thirteen years old. Upon returning to the United States,
I completed high school at the age of 16 years old. I started
pre-med at the age of seventeen and a half while I was up
at Stoney Brook. I became pregnant. I was forced by my parents
to return to New York city to have the baby. Eight months
later, I gave birth to a baby boy. His name is Clarence Rodriguez.
He has brought many happy moments into my life. A year later,
after having Clarence, I became very ill. One night, I came
back from a party with an excruciating migraine. After going
to sleep that night, I awoke with a 105 degree fever, a stiff
neck, pain in all my joints, and vomiting. All these symptoms
continued for three days straight. My family was very worried
because the fever would not break.
I was temporarily blinded.
At this point, my mother called the paramedics. The paramedics
quickly examined me and determined that I might have mild
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Damaris (Lupus victim) in a wheelchair / (right) Damaris after
her Miracle Comeback, pictured with her son, Clarence. |
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rushed to the hospital,
where I was given a spinal tap to determine if it was indeed
meningitis. Upon evaluating the results of the spinal tap,
the doctors could not find a trace of meningitis. I was then
admitted without diagnosis. I spent three months in the hospital,
and the doctors could not find out what was wrong. I was
down to 54 pounds, and had lost my hair. Everyone that would
come into my room would be horrified by my appearance. To
keep me alive, I was fed by tubes that were put down my throat.
At this point, I was dying and no hope was given to my family.
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