Well, it's taken me two days to get the strength to write some more. All of your kindness has truly helped. Thanks to certain ones for the emails. It means more than you know. I was watching a movie tonight on PPV. Murder By Numbers with Sandra Bullock. At the end, she said, "It doesn't matter what we've done in life, or what WAS DONE TO US. We can't forget it, we just have to live with it and go on."
I know words sound good and make it seem easy. It's not, but it's all we can do.
((((((((((((((((((((Cowboy))))))))))))))))))))))
Lonewolf....I'D be honored!!!
Should you ever wish to write or speak to an ugly old man who loves his role in life as a father, I'd be honored.
sloboy's spouse....this is so true. What are you taking in college?
"Knowledge is not information, Knowledge is transformation".
nightwarrior....you made me laugh. That's been hard to do lately!!!
my wife wants to adopt you but i wouldnot go that far ,
mrs. shakita....I admire what your grandmother did. I have told some life stories here that I'm going to find and copy. I will take your suggestion and seriously start gathering info for a book, even if it never gets published.
(((Searchin)))
(((knows)))
......to make the rest kind of short, haha--- red-hair worked for 7 years at her job. She had a nice apartment in a good neighborhood. Her boys could go to the park and play. Walk a block to school. Sure, she was in sales. (Something she'd been training all her life for.) But she was good at it. And honest. She thought she'd finally made at least something of her life. She had life insurance for the first time. Medical. Dental. Savings. A car. She was independant.
Her car was in the shop for repairs. She worked overtime on December 26. Her son and granddaughter walked to her job to meet her. It was about 8:45 pm. They would walk home. They crossed the street in the crosswalk. An eager driver who wanted to get ahead of another car, ran the light and hit red-haired woman, knocking her into the air. The son got the license # because the driver never even stopped. A hit and run.
Red-hair could not walk. She had huge black bruises on her hip and thigh. She was home in bed watching the news the next day when it was announced her company was going out of business. They never even told her or anyone else. Her benefits were canceled. Also her life insurance. No medical for her or her boys. 10% severance pay. She couldn't even go back and work the few months the store had left. With $750.00 rent, a car note, insurance, lights, gas and food, she quickly went through her savings. Not that it was all that much to start with. Unemployment came. Two months later, she could finally go out job hunting walking with a cane. Interview after interview......nothing. Posting resumes. Months went by.....nothing.....passes the test for a city job, (asst. social worker)....one week later mayor puts a city hiring freeze into effect.
Red-hair gets rid of all non-essential crap. Gives up cell phone. Gets rid of cable. No eating out or movies. Has a choice to either let car go, or pay rent. You can't live in a car with two kids. Ends up at a food bank. To feed the boys. Landlord is raising hell about back rent. Takes a job at an Osco drugstore. The money is not good, but it's a job. Takes another job at a clothing store. Works 9 hour days and nights. Has to quit eventually because of standing all day. The hip is still not healed. Damn that woman.
She tries to get help from Human Services. They help with rent for one month. And the heating bill. But she finally loses her apartment. Her credit is shot. She is back to square one. Back at the beginning.
She breaks down and calls Dad. She explains her situation. Cries. Swallows what pride she does have left and even tells him she can't even afford a bar of soap. Two days later, Dad UPS's a box.
It's filled with mini bottles of shampoo, lotion, conditioner. Tiny bars of soap. From the Hilton in Hawaii. The Marriott in New Orleans. The Omni. Trial size leftovers form his many vacations. There must be a hundred of them. Red hair is too desperate to be offended.
Half-sister and husband are in Myrtle Beach at Dad's condo. Golfing. Red-hair feels like shit..............
Edited by - Tatiana on 24 January 2003 7:12:14