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…
