Gratitude, Thankful, and Full of Hope

I don’t talk much about my finances, but today I am going to speak about them. When our Dad died we were left some money. No one was rich but there was enough for dreaming.

I had big plans. Stupid and silly dreams. Ones that usually flutter around in our mind but end up leaving as quickly as they entered. I was going to buy me a different car. I thought about taking a vacation. I did do that part.

I invited my daughter to spend a few days in Gatlinburg  Tn.gatlinburg I think she had as good of time as I did. We shopped and visited places. We got on roads that seemed to take us no where. We visited Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

We had a couple of shocks on our trip. One was the motel I booked, but we remedied that immediately. No one is going to put two ladies near the back entrance by the trash dumpsters. Nope, not going to happen.

We also visited roads that you literally had to back down the same way you drove up. We bought trinkets and ate junk food, although we added a couple of healthier meals in there, I think.

Other than that trip I didn’t do too much with the money. I do believe that God has a path carved for me and everything I do is for his purpose. I can look back now and see the exact carving that he has done.

When Al had his heart attack after Dad died, little did I know that I would use my inheritance to live on while I cared for my brother. It was all in perfect timing. I am not upset about this at all. I have enjoyed my life for the most part. I have been able to let Al experience life in a brand new way.

The money has carried me through these last several years with careful planning and budgeting. But it isn’t a money tree. I don’t go out back and shake the tree, leaning down and snatching a new batch for this month. It is running out, but it has served its purpose well.

For about six months I have let the prospect of not working and continuing to pay our car payment. For the past few months the thoughts have entered my mind more and more. I knew deep inside my heart that God would take care of everything but I couldn’t help starting to worry.

When Al came home two weeks ago, a lot of different programs were entered into our lives. He gets help through different state and government programs. I have been involved throughout all the meetings and decisions.

One day last week one of the business contacts was talking to me  and mentioned the hard work I am doing taking care of Al and maybe I should be compensated. I remember thinking I wish, and then that little worry came back to surface, the car payment.

The car will be paid off a year from this Christmas and to me it seemed like eons to go. This is my biggest bill. I like to have little bills, ones that are so low you almost laugh, but car payments are generally one of our larger debts.

Well this gentleman talked to this one and that one and the next thing I knew I was sitting in a training class, which was yesterday. I had been hired without an application or interview process based on my years of experience and the fact I was Al’s sister. I am being compensated for caring for my own brother.

It was an all day class. I had a lunch break and went to this little Coney Island restaurant to grab a quick bite to eat. It was pretty packed and I was on limited time. Of course I thought of all my friends and snapped these three  photos so you could get the feel of where I was.coney islandconey island 2conely island hot dog

I had to have a TB test, and a criminal background check, plus fill out tons of paper work. As soon as the check is back and the test is read, I am on the payroll. I will start getting paid next week.  My car will be paid. As long as I am taking care of Al the car will be paid.

Isn’t this just plain crazy? I just can’t believe how God does things in a big bang way. He actually used my loving my brother to help me make it financially. I am just blown a way. I won’t look down the road about the what ifs. I know if life changes and I still have that ball and chain around my ankle of a car payment, God will just give me another way to complete the debt.

I want to say one more thing before I quit jabbering in this post. 37 years ago, at 7:20pm I gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy. The biggest blue eyes I ever saw.  I don’t think he reads my blog but I still want to wish him a Happy Birthday. I love you so much. Now I will close and get a hold of him and tell him myself. Besides I know he will be peeking behind my back to see what gift I hold for him. Adult kids are no different from little kids. They all want their very own gift. Kids, don’t you just love them? I know I do.

Listen and Write It, Writing Exercise, July 5th, 2012

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Ermilia has given me another opportunity to write for her an exercise, called Listen And Write. Thank you Emilia!

Oh my God, help me! This is what was heard as people gathered in the small, dark living room. The mama was in hard labor, in danger of losing her child and herself. She was taking the risk, the chance, to bare this child. God had gifted them this child, and she was bound to have it.

The child was born into a poor home where all adults were considered slaves, and the youth were considered new experiences for the land owners. There was no money hidden in the cookie jar, and books were scarce, only being taught and read when one could be found and stolen through the darkest nights. Shoes were bought once a year, and if they were injured in any way, the foot walked naked. Clothing was made from old cloths that were given from the mistress of the main home. How ever much material was thrown their way, this became the deciding factor in who got the new dress or slacks.

With the hard labor that was endured, the child grew up to be slow minded. The simple things of life, that are taken for granted, such as walking and talking, were hard to learn. Being spoon fed was a task that took many weeks to master, and yet the child picked it up in his own time.

There was something bright in the child’s eyes, when ever you looked into his little face. Alertness comes to  mind, as you watched  him take in everything that moved. He didn’t seem to miss anything, but he made very little sounds.

As the child grew older, some called him worthless, retarded, too slow for any use. Gerald, the child’s name, understood what they were saying. He knew they were making fun of him. He didn’t want to be labeled. He wanted to be what he considered normal.

At night when everyone slept, he would sneak down into the cellar, with his lit candle, and he would spend as much free time as he could get by with, reading the few books that were there. His mind took longer to digest the words, but with repeated practice, what he read, sunk in and was comprehended.

One day, he was outside playing under the shaded apple tree, and a young boy came to sit by him. Gerald found out that he was the owners son, and after some time, the two became good friends. As the two bonded, they learned many facts about each other, and they each were united in the spirit of reading. Nathan, the owners child, started sneaking books down to Gerald’s house and leaving them outside the window, close to where he slept. After all were fast asleep, Gerald would wake up with excitement in his veins, and sneak out his window, and grab the books and run quietly down to the cellar and read.

There were many different books now. Books on history, spelling, and some math. For months to come and going into years, Nathan had ended up becoming Gerald’s teacher, and together they blossomed into young men.

Nathan would talk about his college that he would be attending next year, and Gerald would feel pangs of jealousies because he also wanted to go. He had learned much about himself through out the years, and he knew he loved math. He loved everything about it. All the figures he could work with, short cuts to come up with the same answers that Nathan had. This was his love of his life, but he knew that he was labeled and he knew there were no funds for him to be able to attend a fine college.

Without asking his mother’s permission, Nathan mailed out a request for an application to the same college he was going to be attending. When it arrived, he filled it out with Gerald’s information, and on a separate piece of paper he wrote a testimony of Gerald’s life and his yearning to learn.

After several weeks went by, a white envelope addressed to Nathan arrived. Ripping it open the letter stated, that the college knew of Nathan’s attending their school, and they were familiar with his parents. They were touched that he would write on behalf of his friend, and were going to extend a welcome to Gerald and let him enter the first year of college with Nathan.

Nathan could hardly get through his chores, and when lunch finally arrived, he gobbled down every bite and excused himself for his free time. He raced down to Gerald’s home, and not hiding the envelope by the window, but flinging the front door wide opened, he motioned for Gerald to follow him. The excitement in his eyes,  prompted Gerald to rise quickly from his seat and both young men ran to their favorite spot, the apple tree. As they both sat down, Nathan held out Gerald’s hands and placed the gift in them. He screamed to him, open it! open it!

Gerald opened it gently. He was not used to receiving mail for himself, so this was a special treat. As he took out the paper, and began to read it, he looked up into Nathan’s eyes, and Nathan nodded up and down. Gerald grabbed his friend around the neck so hard, they both tumbled to the ground, falling over each other hugging and laughing. They sat up and if you were standing near, you could hear all of the plans and dreams being made at that moment.

Years later, Gerald and Nathan graduated together from the same college. Nathan with honors, and Gerald with a diploma, for teaching math.