In december of 2003, Joyce Vincent died of an asthma attack in her North London flat. The television was left on.
The mail continued to be delivered. Her rent was set up to be automatically deducted from her bank account.
The days rolled by and no one noticed she was gone.
Those days turned into weeks and the weeks into months.
There were large trash dumpsters on the side of the building next to her unit, so the neighbors never thought much of the smell emanating from her flat.
The floor was full of noisy kids and teenagers and no one questioned the constant thrum of television noise in the background.
Eventually, Joyce’s bank account dried up.
Her landlord sent her letters of collection. These letters, like the others, simply fell into the stacks
scattered about her floor. They went unanswered.
Finally, with more than six months of overdue rent, the landlord got a court order to forcibly remove her from the premises.
The bailiffs broke down the door, and it was only then her body was discovered.
By then, it was January, 2006, more than two years after she passed away.
In that time, nobody ever came looking for Joyce Vincent. No family or friends. No co-workers. No neighbor knocked on the door to see if things were all right.
TRY AND KEEP AT LEAST ONE FRIEND
Fellowship in small congregation so that your pastor would notice your absence
Set close friends and family on speed Dail
Be there for others. We owe each other love, affection.
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