Sugar-Snit,
You are so eloquent. Thanks ever so much for your last post. (and, personally, I just don’t like guns. I know if there had been one in some of the places I lived, I’d be dead by now).
But I like the rich. I’m not. They are. Most of my friends are rich and when I needed some help, they were all there for me and Zoë. I’ve always been employed by the rich, the corporate. I’m grateful for that. Sometimes I’m jealous of my friends, but they have worked really hard for their money. They aren’t assholes about it, and they too are grateful. I know I’d be rich if I didn’t have Zoë to think of and worked 80-120 hours a week. I’d be rich, but would my life be richer?
My #1 Sis’s husband was in the car with me the other night. We were in a neighborhood of multi-million dollar homes. I was like, “Wow, who makes that kind of money?”
He quietly said, “Behind those huge mansions is a person working their ass off, who mostly likely is afraid to lose their job and not be able to afford the huge mansion mortgage.”
I saw this with Enron, y’all. Trust me, it’s all relative. Filet mignon one day, mayonnaise sandwich the next.
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(FINALLY not a morbid entry…)
I am lucky. I love my family.
My family is rich in so many ways.
Some are rich spiritually and they are generous with their time and give comfort and joy.
Some are rich with serious financial gain, but they work hard are beyond generous to many many people.
Some are rich because their houses are filled with children and laughter and they (and we) revel in this.
Some are rich with their career paths and they are thankful and appreciative because it took them a long time to find jobs.
Some are rich with adorable pets in their homes, and they are compassionate, generous and kind.
Some are rich because they made mistakes, and we forgave, supported and loved them anyway. That’s what second chances are for. They remember this.
Some are rich as they travel around the world, and they are giving and sharing with their knowledge.
Some are rich because they are blessed with wonderful marriages, and they work hard at it and set examples for us all.
I am rich because I am extremely grateful for my blessings. I struggle every day with my finances, my loneliness, my lack of time, my boring job, my irritating ex husband, and with my lack of patience sometimes with my child.
But I can see through these difficulties. I lead a very rich and fulfilling life. I love and adore my child. I am lost without my family. I am working, and many in this world are not. My child is healthy and I try to remember that my ex husband doesn’t have the supportive family that I do and he IS trying.
I appreciate everything that I have, and remember what is was like when I had a lot lot less. So now I live and love and share my joy and riches with all of my friends and my family.
But one lesson I’ve learned from my family is to not make judgments about others, because at any given point in this life, I, or they, have, or will, walk in the shoes of the less fortunate.
Sugar-Snit, thanks for reminding me of some of this.
Y’all be thankful and loving today.
Deb
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Yikes, what’s up with all the barfing cats . That’s making me sad.
I’m off to take my beautiful nephew to see Nemo. *yippee*