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I became disabled at a young age, suffered domestic abuse, escaped, married and settled into an upper middle class life. We both gave with a kind heart...looking back though, probably not as much as we could have. We lived rather selfishly then. My husband made a mistake that sent him to prison leaving behind a disabled mother of two disabled sons. I felt the loss of my husband and I had to handle two little boys whose daddy was in prison 1000 miles away. I had to sell everything we owned just to pay rent and take care of my kids. I had forgotten what it was like to live poor. I grew up poor, and had been poor until I met this man...but going from riches to rags was one of the hardest things to adapt to. I never realized we had money...till it was gone.
I self pitied for a while till one Thanksgiving I had nothing to offer my kids. I had $10 to my name and that wasn't going to buy a turkey. I got a letter in the mail asking me to donate to the local soup kitchen. It was for the homeless to enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner. I showed it to my neighbors, they had all thrown theirs away. They were planning their big day with all the traditional foods. I would be going to my mothers house for a modest dinner with our small family.
I called the place that sent out the letter and they welcomed me to visit. I visited and realized that though my roof leaked, most of my windows were broken, I had very little food, my water heater didn't work, and I was driving a 20 year old car that wouldn't start in the rain...I was the lucky one. I recalled the time in grade school I gave away my shoes to someone that needed a pair. I got in trouble for doing that...my mom worked hard to buy me those shoes, but it felt to see that kid smile and wear those shoes every day. It didn't matter what I had suffered for my act, it was worth it to have brought a little something into someone life which made their life a little better.
I gave the last of my money to that soup kitchen. They gave me the first name of the person who would sit at the table and said my name would be on a card at their place setting...so on the card I wrote..From A Friend.
I'm still on disability and still don't have much to give but I know that to someone a small hand up can make a difference and every time I think of what I need, I think first of what I can give. |
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To lend a helping hand when I can. I tend to lean towards helping the elderly & disabled, I lend a hand to those with eco friendly goals, rural survival needs and DIY projects and goals for self sustaining.
I look for fully completed bio's, photos and documents. I want to hear what you are doing to improve your life and pull yourself out of the cycle of need so I may tend to ask questions. I am swayed by healthy positive thinking.
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