I Am A Survivor
I am a Survivor—
I started writing because my life experiences compelled me to stand up and speak out. I am glad that it did or I might be in some State Hospital chain smoking and making lion pillows.
I admit I have much to be grateful for. I have my family, my health and I am still young enough to enjoy both. I learned not to be so accepting of everything that comes along. Now I complain when I am shortchanged. I speak up when someone cuts in front of me or gives me a withering look when it was really they who weren’t looking.
Today I am less of an airhead. Today you have to show me, have something solid to back up your story.
It sure is a different world. Some things are definitely for the better. Others are questionable like cell phones and I-pads. The kids of yesterday had to check in with a live person, we had chores, responsibilities, homework. I can remember when having a piece of chalk and a sidewalk was all that you needed. Sure we let our hair down, hell we invented it! But at the end of the day, we washed it and started dinner because Mom was working to supplement the family income. The family needed her and YOU to be responsible or the shit would hit the fan and spray all over everything and then YOU would have to clean it up! Yeah—the good old days!
We still believed in GOD and Government and things you read in a book. Talk about naïve! We got screwed so often that it felt normal. We bragged about it too! This country was the greatest country in the world. Now everybody wants to occupy everything. I’m glad people are waking up. I just hope that it isn’t too late to stop the flood. In the meantime, I need you to plug this gaping hole with your finger…no just stay here and hold it I’ll be right back…