I can totally understand this (as well as the angst about the silver chain!). I have been there and will admit to there being a residual fear of a "return to the struggle". In my lifetime so far, I have made very good money followed by living on a shoestring. Happy we are back to being a little more comfortable, but I don't think I will ever forget struggling. As with you, I'm not complaining and I am ever so grateful for everything! I just realize how quickly people and things can be ripped away.
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Started to type a reply, will have to come back to this later, as I am headed in to make sure the deposit gets to the bank, then home to clean for a bit, then medical, then to try my first night back at the restaurant. Haven't had the stamina to work my normal 12 hour days, but the way the idiot has run things, I am hoping not to have to go three uncashed/uncashable paychecks.
As for fear of financial struggle, I have never realistically had financial worry BUT our jokes about Inner Bag Ladies land with me because I am fearful of being poor. I have not been there. Do not ever want to be there. And struggling with financial problems when you have dependent children is a special kind of money hell.
I am not a serious person.
Lunch lady tells kid that they can't get lunch because mom's check bounced.
Need milk, solicit kids to help dig through couch cushions for change.
Have only $11 to throw a birthday party for 10 year old and then feel the poignancy and shame to the core when the kid is effusively grateful for the gift--a bag of tube socks from Walmart.
Kid asks you drop them off a block from school because they are embarrassed to be seen in old beat-up car.
Neighbor drops off hand-me-downs, unsolicited, and clueless Mom dresses kid in one of his classmate's hand-me-downs, incurring ridicule from previous owner.
Family comes home from a visit to grandma and, as usual, flicks on the light switch just to see if the electric company had shut them off again.
When electric company comes to red-tag the meter, eldest street-smart kid engages the worker in conversation specifically to see how he put it on, so kid could take it off.
Local library levies a judgement for overdue fines.
Daughter lands in emergency room after a doctor visit and phone has been cut off so neighbor has to go to the house to inform DH.
After having a miscarriage, mom unable to pay OB/GYN bill; OB calls to personally harass deadbeat patient.
That's the short list. No more surprising to me than anyone else--me--the college-educated, nice suburban soccer-mom. But that's the way it was, until thankfully it wasn't.
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