I am losing my mind.  Everything has gone to shit and I can’t see a way out.  I am wreaked and so is my house.  First, I had everyone looking for Rick’s half sister that he hadn’t seen for 55 years. Well, someone contacted her after his obit was in the paper.  She lives inCalifornia  and called me.  I told her I had tried to contact her and I followed what Rick’s wishes to have him cremate and spread his ashes on the  on the cremation.  The funeral home told me, after I hacondolisences they have had   him for 11 days, that Rick’s half sister needed to e-mail her or write a letter to give her permission  No one informed me of it.  Mind you it’s already paid for.  I called her and some old man answered and I asked for her and he said she wasn’t home so I gave him a message to give her and what it was about.  No call, so I tried at night and got her answering machine and left a message.  She is in her seventies and I got snippy in the message that her brother had been laying dead for two weeks and I needed to take care of him.  No answer.  What can I do???  I hate people. HATE HATE, HATE THEM.

After Rick died, both pairs of my glasses broke. Each one had an arm missing. The dog ate my bottom denture. The commode is broken and won’t flush right and I have to tank the tank lid off to fix it.  The kitchen light blew. My airconditioner broke. Everything is falling apart and the in the middle of all this, my out of control granddaughter got dumped on me.  They never let me know how out of control she was so they packed her stuff in garbage bags and dumped them here when they didn’t even know where she was and I didn’t know where she was.  Almost a week this stuff sat there and then I posted that the next day was garbage day and if anybody wanted everything to come pull it off the curb.  I was so mad at her and her parents and other grandparents.  None of them would allow her to live with them because of her behavior.  So, why pick me when my husband had just died?  I have found people lie so much.  Not only my granddaughter but all the other people said if I need anything done to just call them.  Yeah right. Only two people have stood by me and that was my mother and a friend I hadn’t talked to in years.  Mind you, I have two brothers and a sister.  My sister didn’t even say sorry for your lose.  She came up with Momma on day six or seven. I let them in the door and my sister sat down in the wind chair opposite me.  She didn’t say a word.  It was tension was tight, so I finally told her exactly how she acted. She was a mean and hateful person. She still didn’t say anything, a few minutes later she left.  My momma told me I didn’t give her enough time for her to apoligize.  I screamed Six Days! She had six days and I let her in the door, didn’t I?  My mother came to her defense so I told momma to go home and tend to her daughter.  That she couldn’t even take my side when she was so clearly wrong and I am right?  I also told her that everybody in my family just had a 4 day weekend and not even a call. I am sick of the people where he worked because they were throwing a memorial for Rick and take up a collection to help pay for his service.  Yeah, right..


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Well, my experience with a new room mate isn’t that good.  I thought I had a good one but as it turns out, if it’s to good to be true you know it’s not going to be good.  I had my first room mate since Rick died.  I needed the money and one of my sister’s facebook friends was looking for a room to rent.  She didn’t know him in person but by reading his blog, it seemed like an okay person.  Messed up in life but he was trying to get his life back in order thur his church family.  He called me a blessing to him.  He had been rooming with another couple,  bad influence, in a motel room by the week, and the pastor had to help them paying the rent and buy groceries.  He was working at the church off the books and paid daily in cash. 100.00 dollars a day.  He keep telling me that the couple he was living with always stayed in his pocket, wanting beer. He told me about all the other folks he has lived with and how he had to pay the bills.  All of them.  Every single one he lived with.  That should have been a warning sign but I just thought they were the drunks nd pill crowd he was trying to get away from.  He was great at first. Cutting the yard for a reduced rent. He had washed my car twice. The only  problem at first was his HUGH mouth. He would not stop talking. It didn’t matter what I was doing. I watch few shows on T.V. that I like and I read all the time. He would not shut up. Talking thur the show, interrupting so my solutions to that was the more he talked the louder I turned up the sound. If anyone wanted to know why my T.V. was sat on 40 volume, they could ask David. I told him the first day I rented to him, I didn’t care if he had a beer or two after work but I hated an alcoholic.  Every thing about it. The lifestyle, the lyinng, everything thing.  His idea of a couple of beers meant 40 ounces. Stumbling drunk. Both his parents and a couple of uncles died from dsease of the liver. I asked him if he wanted to die like that.  Every memory he had included alcohol and being drunk.  Then I found out he was a pill head. The first week he lived with me, he asked me to run him to a friends house. I drove over there and he went into the house. He came back to the car within a minute. After he got into the car, he told me that he had gone over there because he had a headache and only oxyicodone (sp) would work. I told him the only person I risked going to jail over is ME. No more rides to pick up pills ,which is a federal crime.  Why did he ask me to go?  He had 5 DUI’S and no licence. A couple more red flags, but I thought he’s a grown man and he could do whatever with his life. He had nothing but the clothes on his back when he moved in. His explanation was his baby momma had kicked him out without letting him have anything.  He forgot to tell me that it was over 20 years ago.  He came in one night and was to drunk to put the key in the lock to open the door, so I opened it for him. Then he was to drunk to open the door and walk inside. He was holding the door open and my dog was fixing to bolt out the door. I told him that night if he was going to get that drunk again, he could stay right where he was. At the bar or one of his friends. Well, the next day  I told him that if he let my dog out, I would shoot him. Then I told him later that if he let my dog out, I really wouldn’t shoot him, just feel like I would shoot him. He told his bose and the minister that he had to go to Satan’s playground to get people to come to church.  Ha!  He was the one playing in Satan’s playground and never brought any of them to church.  He used to go to church on Wesday night and Sunday then stopped. Well, he was late on his rent and I told him that was unacceptable an  it mustn’t happen again. He started not going to church and was laying off work because he was hung over.  He was late on his rent again. He called me and told me that he had 80 dollars for his rent and would be right home.  Again he didn’t come home.  Once again he couldn’t get in the house because he lost his key. I got up and let him in and went back to bed. When I got up the next morning, he was still here.  Taking off work again because he was still drunk when I let him in.  Now, he didn’t have the eighty dollars and he was taking off again?  When would I get my rent?  The following weeks rent when he would have owed me two weeks rent and I knew I wasn’t going to get it, so I kicked him out that morning. He was hiding from me in his bedroom.  He was texting from his bedroom into the next room. I called his name  and told him to come out of the bedroom and talk to me. He finally came out and that’s when I told him he was kicked out. That’s when he started getting pissed and told me that he was going to find a new room mate anyway because I stayed up in his business. I told him he made it my business when he couldnt’t pay rent.  He got up and walked out the door. He came over later and picked up his clothes. I place another ad for a room mate and specified NO alcoholics OR PILL POPPERS. I had told David that his addiction with pain pills would lead to him losing everything and when the pills got to be to more money he didn’t have, he would turn to heroin because it was cheap.  I told him I knew what I was talking about because the same thing happened to my son which leaded him to hang himself.  I guess that was what he was talking about when he said I got all up in his business.  Oh well.  So, he is back with his duggie alcoholic friends.  A lesson learned for me.

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Real Life

It’s to bright and shiny out there. Bright colors and sharp angles in real life.  I’d rather be medicated and sink in the nothingness of not caring about anything.  It is better than facing the realities of life like, losing your home to back taxes but alas, I can’t.  I have to take care of me.  I rant and rave about my house and neighborhood but you know, I’ve got it better than so many people. Real Homelessness is a reality for so many people. I am disabled and live on a fixed income. I signed up for the tax relief on my home, which I own free and clear. It’s been in my family for over 30 years, I’m just the last one to buy it from another family member but city and country real estate taxes must be paid every year. Some how I missed signing up for tax relief last year and I got a notice to appear thing about my back taxes.  I thought, ‘Oh no! What if I owed for the years I thought I was on tax relief?  10 11 years? How many thousands of dollars?   Where would I find the money?  I wouldn’t find any was the sad reality.  The fine print said they could “set me out”.  On the curb. I felt a jolt of electric pain in my stomach area. Constricting.  Fear. Real and raw. Sweat began forming on my forehead and I couldn’t catch my breath.  My hands were shaking like the proverbal leaf.  I could loss everything!  My home could be taken. My home that I worked and paid for could be taken for back taxes. How is that? What would happen to me?  How would I live?  I couldn’t see living without a place to lay my head or the security of going to sleep. Frightening, truly frightening. I lost Rick almost one year ago and two weeks before that my ex husband died. My son died 6 years ago and I am truly alone.  I am the only one left to take care of me.  Things that have fallen apart in the past year and I can’t do anything about them.  I was in a major full blown panic attack. It was 10:30 or 11:00 at night.  My room mate got up for his midnight snake and I told him that I needed him to help me!  He wanted to know if I needed to go to the hospital. I must have been a sight.  No, I told him and then explained about the back taxes. I looked at him and said I can’t lose my house! I need you to stay here and help me because I can’t lose my house!  I knew I couldn’t do a thing about it at that time of night but that didn’t help matters any.  I think my room mate thought I had lost my mind.  He asked me if he could look at the papers and I handed them to him.  He read for a few minutes and told me to slow down. That I didn’t owe but a small amount and may not have to pay that.  He said I needed to call ASAP and see what was up. Well, I knew that but I thanked him for talking me down because I was in panic mode.  I called the next morning and set up a payment plan on the phone. I didn’t owe thousands but a couple hundred.  We may eat beans and taters for a couple of months unless room mate wants to buy steaks, but at least I’m not in danger being set “on the curb”.  A horrifing reality to many people.  Then I texted my room mate and told him not to worry that he didn’t have to come home to a crazy landlady.  I really do need to keep my room mate.  

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When Jesus Comes Back

The past couple of weeks, I have been thinking alot about Jesus’s return.  Jesus was crusified on good friday and taken from the cross before Sabbath. The day after the Sabbath Mary Magdolin and Mary mother of Jesus went to the tomb to annoint his body.  Ok, let’s stop right there.  Jewish Law forbids an unmarried female to touch a man body. It would have to be his wife and his mother. I don’t understand how people see him being married is a sin. God came to earth in the flesh to live a man’s life. To show how a mere man can live a Holy life.  In everyday life. God commanded  Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply. Sex is a gift of God to the mortal man and woman in marriage.  It would not effect my faith in Jesus Christ for even a moment if he was married. 

 But Mary Magdolin and Mary, his mother are the only ones who  stayed by Jesus’s side. In bringing Jesus before the court all the male disciples ran off and said they never knew him.  Mary Magdolin and Mary stayed at the foot of the cross while the male disciples deserted him.  It was Mary Magdolin and Mary who went to the tomb to appont him with oils (as per Jewsih law, only his wife and his mother could touch his body)  and found that he had risen.  They were the first to see the risen Messiah.  So, why such hostility about women and marriage?  It ought to be shameful to men to know they cut and ran and not the fact that Jesus was married.  Jesus came to earth in human form to experience life as a mortal man. Being married is in the life of a mortal man. He arose and promised to return one day. The Second Coming.  Now let us talk about the second coming. What will happen if Jesus came back today?  Would the media has live action cameras and announce the aliens, our creators, have returned?  Would we believe it?  Would people believe that being abducted was being raptured?  Would we kill Christ a second time?   The tribulations are going on today and the Anti-Christ returns first for those of you would read the Bible know.  Jesus told us of the tribulations that we would go thur.Wars, rumors of wars, famaine, beheadings,being killed in his name and immediately After the three days of darkness and the moon as blood so shall all see the coming of the Son of Man in the cloulds. And to those who make it until the end.  Did you read that?  No pre-trib rapture. No secret coming to save you beforehand.   You will have to make it to the end to be raptured. When you die, your soul goes to heaven or hell.  The gates of Heaven were opened by Jesus Christ blood.  The Lamb’s blood. So, who are the dead in Christ?  I mean no harm to anyone, I just want the truth. I love debating with people about this, but so many people want to call me a devil instead of talking.  I have been on my own personal search for God for about 30 years now and I think me and Jesus are tight.   I do try however to picture the second coming and what will be going on. It’s beyond my mind.

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Two Strangers In A House.

Friday marked 8 months since Rick died. It has been so hard both emotional and financial.  I couldn’t make it to the end of the month without borrowing money from my family.  I know I needed a roommate but the thought of that is scary I know you will think I’m racist as hell but when have I let that bother me?  Anyway, I was talking about a nice single hard working Mexican, then I realized that harbouring an illegal comes with a 10 year prison term so that idea went out the window.  About two weeks ago my sister told me that one of her friends was looking for a room to rent.  I asked her if she knew him personally and she said no, but by looking at his post she said he was trying to straighten up his life with the church. I called his phone number and left a message. Well, he called me Monday and I told him he could come over and we would talk about it. He had referances his preacher would vouch for him. He was clean, clear eyed and was a talker. He moved in that night.  He was desparate to move. He said he had been staying with a couple and they had a really bad alcohol problem with the lady being bi-polar and unmedicated. Being as I’m bi-polar and know how out of control you can become, I agreed to let him move in.  It lifted a weight off my shoulders money wise.  The first night, I felt weird to go to bed with a stranger in my house.  Barney, my dog, kept going in his room to see if he was still here and why??  After getting a few boundries laid, we have been getting along pretty good.  Friday morning as he left for work, I told him we seemed to be doing pretty well for two strangers thrown together and he agreed.  My mother feels so much better that I wasn’t here alone and had a man in the house.  My room mate and I talked about us being room mate and I told him I started to put his picture up on facebook and tell my friends that if I winded up  dead, he was the one they should be looking for.  He laughed and laughed and said I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did!  So yesterday, I took a picture of him while he was talking on the phone.  I posted it on facebook and said, “here my almost to true to be real roomate. I hope he’s not a scopath working his way into my home so if I woke up dead one morning that he was the one to look for!  I’m glad he has a great sense of humor.  Things appear to be going good.  He works for the church and goes every Wendays and Sunday.  He brings people to church by talking to them.  These are people who are from his past that he is still friends with even though they laugh at him for going to church so he visits them and in the course of talking, he tells them what a difference it makes in his life and tells them he sure wished they’d come to church. He offers to come and pick them up for church and tell them it is a come as you are church. You dont’ have to worry about clothes.  He works five to 6 days a week.  He said that they were his family. His church family.  Oh, he’s no angel but bless his heart, he is changing his life for the better.  He told me he was raised in church but like so many people, he fell away from the church when he was grown.  He said he was older and saw where his life was headed if he didn’t stop the lifestyle so he decided to change it.  Oh and speaking of church, the second night he was here, he fixed us dinner.  He brought my plate to me (we eat in the living room) and went back to fix his plate.  I was shoveling food in my mouth and he came back, place his plate on the T.V tray then proceeded to pray.  There I was, heathen that I am, sat with my mouth full and bowed my head!  He blessed the pizza last night before he ate. I had only taken one bite and told him he’d have to help me remember to not eat before he prayed.  He told me that his food tasted better after he blessed it and he also prayed for those who had nothing to eat.

About one and half weeks before he moved in, I  was reducing the amount of anti-depressants I take because I could no longer just be a medicated slug on the couch and cleaned my house which had been severely dirty for the past eight months.  With a room mate I now have a job.  Get up and clean the house.  Gone are the days of sitting in my t-shirt and underwear. I actually have to put on a bra and pants now!  But it does make me feel better to get up and get dressed. Before I had no reason to as I didn’t go anywhere or have anyone to come visit me.  I am not as medicated and have a little more motivation.  My roomate keeps telling me what a blessing I am to him.  I’m beginning to think he’s a blessing to me.  He takes the garbage out!!!!! Something I hate to do. Hell, I’ve even married a time or two just to have someone to take the garbage out lol. He will cut my grass in the summer too!  He told me he could do most anything and would help me around the house.  It does indeed seem like blessing are falling from the sky!

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Having the Time of My Life On the Job.

I think everyone that goes to EMT or Paramedic schools are adrinalin junkies. The race with life. Being able to help people. The biggest thrill is the emergency call.  You get to drive fast with sirens blaring, in uniform with your Jump box and save someone’s life. Of course emergencies don’t happen all the time. You have lots of “I’m sick.” calls.  Anything from diareaha to skinned knees. Lots of calls from Nursing Homes to hospitals or doctors office for  medical tests. I went thur EMT school but I decided I didn’t want to see other people’s bodily fluids. I did much better on the radio. I was a dispatcher. One of the most hated persons at a Ambulance company. I woke you up and told you where to go. Dispatching was great for the adrinalin rush. I loved knowing what was going on from all angles. I answered the phone and first got your address and phone number. A lot of folks didn’t want to give their phone numbers so I had to explain to them (this was pre 911) that if the ambulance got lost or anything, I could call back and no I wasn’t going to give it to anyone.  You have to get pertinant information like why do you need an ambulance and no, I need a ride to the hospital and don’t have a car or money so can you bill me, is not an appropreate answer.  Are you having trouble breathing?  Chest Pains? Broken arm?  I had gone thur EMT school and it helped me question the person about the nature of the call and render aid if possible.  It made me know if the call was emergency or non emergency calls. Most of the time they give you confusing reasons. Remember the old saying, Don’t do anything you wouldn’t like to have to tell the emergency personnel?  I’d give the call to one of the units that is closest to the address. The crew I send thinks I’m picking on them, making them  run all the calls but they don’t have a clue as to what is going on with the big picture. So, anyway, the crew goes on the call and finds out what’s really going on at that address and where they are or aren’t taking them. You may have 8 to 10 other calls in a the same time period.  It’s funny how things like that work. People will lie to you. Big time!  

After a year working for a private ambulance company, I applied and got a job with the city/county emergency operators. It was the pre 911 of the day. 523-1313. I felt I had arrived.  I loved that job.  Coordinating everything except the city owned ambulances and fire trucks coming in to the medical center from a tri state, 5 county area. Working paramedic orders from the paramedics in the field to the doctors in the hospital. Having that knowledge to understand what they were saying. It was great. It was sad that the only time I got excited at work was when someone was hurt, car accident, heart attacks, etc. but that was the truth. Time was essential. Everything ran in seconds and minutes and the train ran on time. You had a partner and things just clicked when working together and being busy. You brought your lunch or whatever to work with you or you didn’t eat. You ate lunch chained to the radio console and eat when you got a moment.  You may answer the phone with your mouth full because things changed from one second to the next. I then dispatched for the fire department. Learning about pumpers, ladder trucks, squads, hazardous materials,  the military ranking plus medical calls! You hear some of the funniest stuff about how and why people do things that set their house, car, barn, grass on fire. Of course it’s sad but people in this line of work often have very dark senses of humors. I know, I know but how can you not laugh at the crazy bastard that uses a blow torch to unthaw the kitchen pipes?  And people call the fire department for EVERYTHING!  They think the fire department is like rent a husband. Call and a truck full of men come over.  Cats up trees or when water is coming out of the light sockets. I guess they think they are plumbers and electrictions and get mad when the only thing they can do is shut the water off and call the electric company to come and cut the power. That’s what happens if your water pipes are upstairs. Then I dispatched the Po Po.  People will call the police about any and everything.  Fighting over a pork chop on the grill. The alzhiemer patient that thinks people are over at their houses when in fact they are alone.Like the kid that called 911 because his sister farted on him.  Not many people know but an old phone with no service attached can call 911.  I used to get kids all the time playing with Momma’s old phone call 911.   Like the time I was dispatching ambulances, I answered a 911 call from a man that had shot himself.  I do my job and try to talk him thur what to do to help him as my partners toned out the call.  The man was lying on the kitchen floor.  He had shot himself in thigh region. He couldn’t reach anything to help slow the bleeding. Not a kitchen towel, not a belt, not anything so I had him hold pressure with his bare hand. He was able to talk to me and I stayed on the phone with him. I asked him how he came to shoot himself.  He told me that he was up in his bedroom playing with his new pistol and playing quick draw. He was in his underwear in front of his mirror and using the waste band of his drawers as a holster. He had stumbled down stairs into the kitchen to make the phone call. He almost bled out. They lost his pedal pulse pulling into the ER. But it was funny as shit after it was all over with. The picture of him in his underwear playing quick draw kept playing in my head. See?  The adrinalin one the moment and the humor later. I loved my jobs.  I really enjoyed the fast pace, quick thinking on your feet, the adrianlin rush, knowing your partner is right there clicking along with you. You don’t even have to speak, working hand and glove. It most certainly is not boring.  It does take a special kind of person to do that job.  And you can’t ask just anybody to watch the phones for you while you go pee.  Some people are to afraid to answer the phone and don’t know what to say. 

 Marriages, relationships were hard to hang on to in the emergency buisness.  The time apart, just like the firemen.  24 on and 24 off is really hard.  Nurses, patients, paramedics bonding over emergencies like car wrecks, murder, suicide. The waste of life and the lack of morals on display.Some times, you’re just happy to be alive after witnessing death. Anyway, this was the best way I ever knew to earn a living.  We all must work so find what you love to do.  Being nosy was part of the reason I loved my job so much.  I got to know what was going on in real time!  I really miss those days.


If you find spelling mistakes, it’s because I can’t find the spell check button on the new updated wordpresss feature.  If you find the mistakes, can you send me your e-mail address and do you do puncuation marks too?  I need an editor.I know so much that I’ve had to delete some of the old stuff like how to spell cat.  lololol!

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Tuesday’s Visit With The Shrink.

For the last couple of years, I have been seeing a new shrink since my beloved Dr. B retired.  He died a couple of years after he retired.  So, my new doc is Dr. S.  Let me tell you, if the two of us were standing side by side, you’d pick the doctor as the nut, not me.  Let me describe him.  A short Asian man that wears high top sneakers, goggle like glasses, a baseball hat and a long white coat.  Oh! and I have a hard time understanding him because of his accent.

  Two years ago, I had a major blow out in the waiting room because another patient started yelling at me about being a white person and having my nose in everybody’s buisness. Wha….. I was just signing in, but I’ve had about enough of the white people are evil bullshit.  So, I turned around and ask, What did you say to me?  Then she started waving her fist at me. Granted she was 10 to 15 years older than me but I told her if she wanted to throw down, just your ass out of that chair.  Then the women behind the counter, all black of course,  came running yelling Ladies, Ladies!  I sat down two rows behind her and she still was running her mouth.  Of course the women ran to the doctors office and blamed it all on me.  I hadn’t done a thing except sign in!   That’s when the doctor and I came to the agreement that we only needed to see each other twice a year for medication refills. A year and a half ago I told him I thought really long and hard about killing myself and he told me to get a dog. Yeap, a dog.  I have had a dog for the past 5 years and I’ve told him that, he just doesn’t listen. Tuesday I told him that my husband died 5 1/2 months.  Guess what he said?  That’s right! Get a dog!  I told him about me having a medicated mania and he said that’s impossible. It’s just your personality.  He just called me an asshole!!!!!   Well, Tuesday when he told me to get a dog, he asked me if I had a picture of him?  So,  I showed him a video of my dog.  I guess he didn’t believe I had a dog.  While I had my phone out, I showed him the pictures of my spirits in my back yard.  He ask when was it I took the pictures and I told him right after Rick died.  He didn’t call me crazy, he just said I was very spiritual.  I think this doctor whole heartly believe in dog thearpy, which is not a bad thing but my God, this man is a doctor.  Don’t you think he should invest a little more interest on medicine?  Well, he did believe in spirits, I’ll give him that.  I think our arrangement of only twice a year works fine.  I didn’t even tell him about the fact that I tried to kill myself about 3 months ago. (He probably would recommend another dog to go with the one I had.) I took the vent pipe off my gas hot water heater for 2 days, but I keep on waking up every morning.  I think that’s because God sent me here to do something and he won’t let me go until I do it.

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My Soul Blessing Trip To The Store

I am trying so hard to quite smoking. It’s the hardest thing I have done. I ordered E-cigs from V2 cigs online and have used them for quite some time.  At the first of the month, I ordered the filters thingies and there was a terrible taste and an oily stuff coming from the filter where you puff on it. It was the nicitine oil. That left me with no type of cigs, so I went to the store to buy some real cigs.  I went into the store and bought mine, then out of the store. I was parked right in front of the door.  I walked to the door of the car and a homeless man approached me and asked if I could spare some change for a cup of coffee for a homeless vet. Ok, now since my husband died, I am poor as a church mouse but I pulled two dollars out and handed it to him.  He had on two pairs of glasses and a Bible under his arm.  This man was evidently not taking his meds. But he was quoting verse and chapter of the Bible and relating them to our times. Clearly not an ignorant man. As a matter of fact, he told me he was a fart smeller, I mean a smart fellow and I just laughed! He told me he didn’t go to any church but he just read the Bible.  He was talking so fast! He opened his Bible and pulled out a peice of magnifiying glass.  First he looked at the sun and then down at his Bible at the son.  His Bible was filled in the margins with notes to himself.  He said that in 2006 a man had thrown down the Bible and he picked it up and now it was 2016 and he hasn’t put it down since.  Although his teeth were yellow, they looked so much better than a drug addicts teeth.I stood there talking to him about 3 minutes, rather he talked then blessed me and when into buy himself a hot coffee.  Before he left, I shook his hand and thanked him for his service to our country.  Now why is the government taking in people from other countries when our veterans are homeless?  I hate that. 

The car next to me then rolled down their window and wanted to talk to me.  Two men who had noticed my T-Shirt which had the name of the construction company Rick used to work for before he died and they wanted to know where the place was. I had no idea what the address was so they asked if they could take a picture of the name of the company. They were out of work and looking for something.  I know this sounds racist but they were Mexicans and those folks generally work hard. I explain what the construction company did and they were smiles all around. I told them that it looked like God blessed us all on my trip to the store. When I got home, someone from a self storage place called me about Rick old storage unit. It had been in storage for about 12 years, two years before I met him. It was his first wife’s things he stored after she died. I told her to go ahead and sell it because he was dead. She told me God Bless you and I told her he already had.

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