Every day I have to break my brain figuring out what to feed my three kids. Who ever thought that would be the hardest part of parenting. Are you on drugs? NO! Do you drink alcohol? NO! Are you having sex? NO! What do you want to eat? I dunno know?
OK, so who wants a sandwich? (2 of 3)
Who wants a hamburger? (2 of 3)
Who wants pizza? (2 of 3)
How about a salad? (0 of 3)
Seafood? (1 of 3)
Pasta? (3 of 3)…ok now we are making progress. So spaghetti and meatballs for everyone. NO! I don’t like sauce, I don’t like meatballs. I only want noodles. I want turkey. I want beef. No spice. @#$%&
Bacon and eggs? I love bacon! I hate bacon! I want scrambled eggs! I want basted eggs! I hate eggs!
Pancakes? I love pancakes! But no syrup but with butter. I love pancakes but only with peanut butter. I hate pancakes! I want waffles! I hate waffles!
Pork? Isn’t that a pig? Pigs are so cute!~
How about Chicken? I want baked! I want fried! I want fingers! I want nuggets!
There was a time in my life when I was so down that I never thought I could get up. I hit double rock bottom. I saw at that moment that there was no way to go but UP…or die. And dying wasn’t an option. So I slowly picked myself back up.
About 5 years ago, I came very close to living on the street. I had just recently made a 6-figure income and lived in a home worth $750K. But that evaporated in 2008. And so I did my best to move on.
And the time came where I actually envisioned how my family would survive living in a cardboard box. Every day I got up at 5 a.m. and took two buses to work over 50 miles away to make a meager wage. And while I waited for the second bus after walking 6 blocks to the stop, I stood next to people that were sleeping on broken boxes, trash bags and vomit, because that was their life. I stood there for 15 minutes every day for 9 months and I couldn’t help but imagine that someday I might be there with them. It was painful and sad! But I did nonetheless. I did it because I had no other choice; I did it to provide food, housing and health insurance for my family. And it wasn’t easy….but what is?
I sat on a bus for 4 hours a day. And I read and wrote and did a lot of thinking. But ultimately I felt trapped. No matter what, I needed to provide for my family.
Then it happened! And if you don’t know what happened then you can just figure it out, if you wish.
And now, 6 years later and after several years of grief and despair, I’ve started over. And I feel reborn! I am once again self-sufficient and rising and also taking care of my three young children. I have re-established a career and am on a path of satisfaction and well-being. I am proud!
But I have been razor close to being destitute and the difference between being there and not was FORTITUDE! Everyone is accountable for their own life and possibly the lives of others. There are no excuses and no victims on this journey. We must all rise above the fray and be our best! Be strong and take personal responsibility for your life! At least that is what I believe, at a minimum, it makes one a contributor on this planet…instead of a taker.