Daily Prompt; No Fair


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Tell us about something you think is terribly unfair — and explain how you would rectify it.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FAIR.

When I was a young kid, many moons ago, I thought life was not fair. When I had to share my toys with my brother. This wasn’t fair at all.kids Not getting to stay up as late as my parents did and being told to go to bed, not fair at all.

As I became a teen I thought I should not have a curfew. Why did I have to come in by midnight on Friday and Saturday nights? I was almost a grown up. After all, I was 16 now.

The rules at my home when I first got privy to driving was, no teens in car until I had much more experience driving. I thought that was the most unfair. How was I supposed to show off my wheels and the fact I was of driving age?keys

Now that I am considered middle-aged I see a lot that is not fair. Why is it there are homeless people?homeless

Why is it that women who need personal hygiene items, you ladies know what I mean, and yet they are so expensive?

Why is it that we say we have no money and yet money is tossed on lottery, alcohol and drugs?drugs

Why are schools so expensive that parents have to fret and worry on how they are going to pay for those school books?Math Books

Why is it that we spend so many big dollars on classes that aren’t needed in college? Or why is it that you graduate college and can’t find a job?graduate

Why is it that nursing homes, hospitals and health care cost so much when we all know that elderly generally do not have the big dollars to pay for it?nursing-care-model

Why is it that one normal funeral cost at the least six thousand dollars? Couldn’t that money be better spent when we are still alive?funeral

I know there are questions with varied answers to these and I didn’t  post this to get discussion groups started.

It is just that our world is difficult to make ends meet. I see it in my little corner of the world. I am sure you know someone who is struggling in an area of their life also.

Life doesn’t seem fair, but believe me when it is all said and done and we leave this earth, God will show us all the answers.

I can’t fix it. Who am I? Only one person. Today’s problems are bigger than us. I am more than willing to voice my opinion. I am able to join a cause, but alone I can not fix these huge issues.

Daily Prompt; Gimme/ The Daily Post


Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child but never received? What was

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it?

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I sat here for so long looking at the question. I even got up and went and did a couple of things pondering on how to answer this. I have never lied on here, and so I really don’t want to end this year with starting a bad habit.

The fact is, my parents always got me what I wanted. I am not going to say I was a spoiled brat like you may be thinking; I wasn’t. My parents must have instilled in me that we always had what we needed. I can remember way back to when I was a child, I asked for only one gift for Christmas or birthdays.

Today, children, and teens seem to have a list that is quite long of various items wanted. It was different when I was a child. Dad always said, we put clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and food in your mouth. What else could you want?

I think there was validity in that statement. He was teaching me that as parents, they were loving me and educating me, so anything else was desires. So getting that special doll or bike was a thrill. My dad knew a neighbor well enough that one year for Christmas I received a hand-made doll bed. It was very nice and could hold several baby dolls along with blankets.

Another year this same gentleman hand-made me a marble game. To look at this piece of puzzle was amazing. It had a hole at the top that you could place one or many marbles. The marbles traveled down at a zig zag speed and ended up in a box that held them in place, until you scooped them up in your little hands and started the whole process over again.

My brother and I played with the red marble game for years. I even passed it down to my own kids who also enjoyed it. A bag or marbles, what a cheap price to pay for hours of unlimited entertainment.

When I became a teenager, my parents bought me a radio to have in my own bedroom, and when I had a serious boyfriend, he bought me what was called back in the days, a receiver with two speakers. Great sounds, AM and FM stations. It was wonderful and I felt very special.

When it was time for me to drive on my own, my parents bought me my first car. A black 1961 Ford Falcon. It cost them one hundred dollars. It was small and a four door with an AM radio that I could crank up to my listening level. I drove it to work at my part-time job as a waitress. I put the gas in it and helped pay half of the auto insurance. I was a very proud young lady. I had my own set of wheels. I was not allowed to drive it for pleasure until I had proven that I was trustworthy. I could not drive it to school either.

Respect is what my parents gifted me with. Respect for the law, the work place, friendships, and for others. I should have been gifting them all of those years, instead of the other way around.

I had good parents. We squabbled but what families do not. I was trying to gain my independence, and they didn’t like it when I tried to go outside of the line. Today my parents are in heaven. So for the final statement of this Daily Prompt, I will just look up the heavens and say, great job Mom and Dad. You showed me you loved me by guiding me into this big world with patience, love and laughter.