Our way of life
has hardly changed
since a wheel first
whetted a knife.
Tag: <span>inspiration</span>
I’m sure you know the saying: “Live every day as if it were your last”. And I’m sure you’re thinking, “What hogwash.” To believe that we can live every day the way we live our last days on earth is naïve and idealistic nonsense about improving the world. It just doesn’t work.
Every morning I come online and ask the internet to entertain me. I am not looking for wisdom or drama. I don’t want to be educated, informed, or manipulated, I simply want five minutes of giggles and bellylaugh. What started as a quest to forget about all the negativity around me, has become now a treasured morning routine.
All we needed was THE ONE PAYCHECK people always talk about. The one that can make the difference between being homeless and having a place to call home. We had fallen off the cliff, and now we were trying to climb back up. We were ready to move mountains, and desperate enough to jump into the unknown -blindfolded. All we needed was one chance to make it all happen.
Remember – Don’t Forget – React – Stand up – Speak up – Reach out – Listen – Open up – Forgive – Heal
We had been eagerly waiting to get the rental agreement for our new home. Finally, late at night, there was an email in my mailbox and it showed an attachment. When I read the email and opened the contract, I got a bad feeling. The original plan to meet at the house the day we would arrive had now been changed to Please transfer the money, I will send you the keys. He explained he was too busy.
The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
It was the first time we openly shared the fact that we were broke -it felt odd. Part of me was relieved, the other part felt ashamed. Later that evening, we told him OUR STORY, not for pity or sympathy, but because we needed to confront reality. We had been so sheltered and comforted at my friend’s home, we had been so busy, it almost felt like we had been hiding from the harsh truth that we still were homeless (house-less), and had nothing but debt to our name.
She sat outside in the cold on the kitchen steps, smoked a cigarette right under the new quit-smoking sign we had now taped to the entry door. Our health inspection had gone well. We only needed an exit sign on the side door, like it would be possible to overlook a double door in a building that’s only 26’ x 20’. Minor complaints, easy fixes, and we passed with flying colors.
It all started out like an ordinary day. Kurt would leave the following morning and would be gone for two weeks. He stopped by the kitchen for a short while, we enjoyed a few test patties, later he went back to the house and spent the rest of the day in their bedroom, watched films, and packed his things.