My Mark Levin Story
I live in numerous places. I guess you could say I am a bit of a nomad. Back around 2008-2009 one of the places I spent a great deal of my time was very close to where Mark Levin lives. One of my friends at that time lived right down the street from him and I would see him literally everywhere I went when I was out running errands. It was funny. I would run into him at least once a week and he always gave me such a warm friendly smile. At that time he had an impressive career at Landmark Legal Foundation and I admired him for having worked with Ed Meese during the Reagan era. His radio show was starting to become popular but he hadn’t even written Liberty & Tyranny yet.
On the phone with Mark Levin
A few years later when Romney lost to Obama during the 2012 election, I went into a deep depression about the state of our country and I decided to start a political website to vent my frustrations. I had already been a speaker, a writer and an activist most of my life. One of the first topics I wrote about was Mark Levin’s career and the constitutional resurgence which was occurring. He liked my article so much, he had it posted on the Fox News website. Can you imagine? Weeks after I opened my site tens of thousands of conservatives were flooding in talking to me. It was pretty surreal.
Mark Levin went out of his way to help me promote my site during 2014. He listed the Queen of Liberty on his website and he constantly posted links to my site on his Facebook and twitter accounts. He was so good to me and such a sweet friend. Thanks to him hundreds of people subscribed to my blog. I made thousands of conservative friends and acquaintances all over the world. Many people I am close with today on the Internet were friends I made thanks to him helping me out. I am eternally grateful to him.
Even though I spend a great deal of my life in Virginia, my main home and business is along the Eastern seaboard. On October 22, 2012 Hurricane Sandy devastated and pretty much destroyed my home and business. I had over six figures in damage and after paying extremely high insurance premiums for decades, my insurance company refused to give me money. My life was in ruins! It’s hard to explain to someone what living through an extreme flood is like. Words don’t do justice in describing such a nightmare. The water had gotten up about waist deep in my property and the type of water that comes in isn’t clean, it’s mud and every kind of filth imaginable, even some dead rodents, fish, seaweed. And don’t think that because the water entered waist high that nothing above that point gets destroyed because even the drywall on the ceiling sucks up that moisture and within days, mold starts to grow on everything. My flooring, cabinets, appliances, furniture, belongings, drywall, electric, interior and exterior doors all gone, unsalvageable. Because my insurance company refused to be fair, I had to figure out how to finance these repairs myself. And because my business had also been destroyed, I had zero income coming in. I couldn’t afford a standard contractor, which I would have gotten if my insurance company had acted in good faith, so I begged a guy I knew to quit his job and come work for me. Then I would go to Home Depot every morning and try to find men who needed work and as a female, quite frankly, this scared me, approaching strange men this way. In the movies and on TV everybody helps each other in a natural disaster but this wasn’t the case for me. When I evacuated, I had some guys I knew build a shelter inside my building for my pets. When I returned after the storm, nobody would help me get my pets out, not even the local fire company. Heartbroken doesn’t even come close to this feeling of ultimate loneliness, despair and utter desperation. I ate my 2012 Thanksgiving dinner alone, outside in the cold. It was a few dollar hamburgers from McDonalds. I used one plastic storage tub as a table and another one for a chair. Talk about pathetic. For almost a year as the repairs were being made, I lived in a filthy somewhat moldy place, or a place filled with chemical smells and drywall dust. I would rotate between friends, neighbors and acquaintances’ homes for showers because I had no hot water heater and no central heat. I used space heaters all winter but I was still freezing. And without a hot water heater, it was painful to even wash my hands that winter. I felt like I lived in third world conditions. And my health began to greatly suffer. It’s amazing how many things we take for granted until those things no longer exist.
Right around this time, I developed this Internet-friendship with Mark Levin. Him and I would email each other back and forth almost every day, at least a few times a week. This went on for about a year and a half to two years as I was attempting to rebuild my life and slowly put the pieces back together. Mark and I would email about politics, philosophy, life. I might have mentioned the hurricane to him but I don’t think he had any idea just how pitiful my life was and I really didn’t want him to know. It was really great having this guy who is a constitutional genius as a mentor, answering questions and talking to me all the time. He didn’t know it but he was an absolute lifeline for me. His friendship at that time of my life was really the ONLY good thing in my life. It’s sad but true. I saved every single one of his emails. It’s silly, I know. I usually delete emails after I read them but I just couldn’t delete his. Part of me thought of him as just a really nice guy from around the neighborhood where I sometimes hung out and another part of me would be reminded that he was a best selling author who was sort of a modern day hero. Mark has done so much to save this country. And how cool is it that I had a best selling author giving me writing tips? It doesn’t get much better than that! When things get really bad in your life, it’s amazing how one person’s kindness can turn things around. And that’s what Mark’s kindness did for me. I swear, I never would have made it through those years without his emails. There were some days I truly wanted to die.
Much later, he helped me again when one of my pets died. He’s really good at comforting people when their pets pass away. If you are a regular listener to his show, I’m sure you have noticed he has a gift for supporting people in their time of mourning.
There are dozens, maybe even hundreds, of articles written about Mark’s career. I wanted to write about a different side of him which isn’t spoken about as much, how he is such a nice man. I really love Mark and I will always be grateful to him for his friendship, for helping me with my site and for just being him. He is one of my favorite people in the world!