I wish I could shame the real estate woman and the loan officer she recommended into giving me my money back—the $170,000 that I bought the condo in Atlanta for—as well as my lost excellent credit and all the other money I lost. I also wish I could shame them into giving me the condo in Buckhead back.I could give an interview and mention their names. That’s one idea. Other than that, I don’t know.They ought to be ashamed of themselves. Eugenia Renskoff
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There is no going back. I feel forever gone. Last year and half of 2008 in the soup kitchen, the streets and the subway have changed me in such a way that it will be very difficult to return to the old me, the me I knew and was so comfortable with. I want to enjoy life, but I am an alien in my past. Who was I in November 2007? I don’t know that anymore and I am afraid to look. I am afraid to look at my dog Chiquito. He was alive and well then.
I was surprised that President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. I think that he has very good intentions, but it is too soon. And if he could help me (and others like me) who got scammed by real estate brokers and loan officers, I would feel that he deserves his prize. For me, it is not about the war, though that is a horrible thing. It is something a lot more personal. Losing my home was the most devastating event of my life and if he would help me get justice and my money back, then I would believe that things can change in the world, that the consumer can be heard and be respected. I may be a number, just one more, but I count because without happy consumers/borrowers, what kind of economic future can the world and the U.S. expect? Eugenia Renskoff
Tuesday, July 21, 2009: For a while, I thought that the loan officer who engineered the loan that got me into mortgage fraud had left the business. Yesterday, while googling him, I think I discovered that he’s back doing what he used to do when I met him back in June 2002.