She knew were she was, and why. In the institution, of course. They were trying to have her committed. Committed because she gave a homeless family the money to move into an apartment; computers to a program for young offenders to teach them CGI and graphic arts; helped a storefront church fix its roof and renovate it’s space; enabled a piece of land to become a nature preserve rather than a commercial and residential development. And, that was just last month.
She didn’t need all that money, but those folks did. And there were so many people who were desperate and in despair. Locked into a life of poverty, crime, drugs, death. Nature displaced by greedy developers. Families displaced by greedy bankers. If she could help, why not? Her reward: the walls at home covered with happier children’s drawings; pictures of smiling people to whom a smile had been a rare thing; thank yous carefully written by folks who had been illiterate.
Crazy – she knew she wasn’t crazy. Just compassionate, caring, understanding, and rich. She provided the glue that put or held lives and families together. The glue that fixed the broken. The glue that kept nature where it should be.
Perhaps, with some krazy glue, she could hold the lawyers, the shrinks, the trustees, the executors in the institution they were trying to keep her in.