Life is so wonderful, and you only get one. So Change if necessary–and Live Life the right way!
Hi, this is Quoya again/the writer, this is my story, and by the way – I miss you guys. Well, first, I’m going to defend the “Ghetto.” It has many definitions which all say the same –“Poor.”
My Story: I lived there, and I just don’t know where they were looking to say that we were poor. The people I knew would give you the shirt off their backs. They would share their food with anyone. Every neighbor got along, worked, borrowed, shared, and looked out for each other.
It wasn’t just my parents raising me, but rather, my neighbors and the community looking out for me: when a strange man was in the area, when a vicious dog got loose, when I was walking to the bus stop, or when I went to Bible study by myself and when it started to get dark outside my neighbors would say “you BETTER get home.” (don’t judge by the amount of money–inside is where you’ll find the true worth of a person or community) I’ll “never forget” where I come from.
His Story: I was born with a “Silver Spoon.” I was, and I am Privileged, I didn’t ask for it-I did nothing to earn or
deserve it. Privileged means: having special rights, advantages, opportunities (AND) wealth. I made up my mind to do what I could to share my privilege. I have 5-10 times more than the poor, wow! So I just don’t push $5.00 in their hand, I purchase their laptops, pay their $400.90 grocery bill, or pay their car note or insurance for 3 months.
(My Plan) The $500 dollars I was going to spend on my third car, I will give $300 to the less fortunate, and I still had $200 left. ** I will do this EVERY MONTH
It’s no longer an act of Kindness–I’m kind by Nature-it feels good to give and I like feeling Good.
You will reap what you sow. It’s not “my” fault for being privileged. However, I am aware of how unfair it is–so I do all that I can do to right a wrong. I Will give for the rest of my life.
We only have one life and that is a privilege. Now I wear a smile because I can look in the mirror and feel good about myself. I feel blessed.
Her Story: I was mad as hell. I had a terrible disposition and a messed-up personality. I was a backstabber, and the only people I got along with were the ones who were just like me. Our lives were miserable and we loved company, so we made everyone we encountered miserable.
I ran into this Church guy I see all of the time. He said, I have a challenge for you that will change your life. I said “If you leave me alone forever, I’ll do it. But nothin is wrong with my life and I’m not going to church with you”.
He said, “five times a day for 30 days, look in the mirror–each time you look in the mirror, say ‘I love you‘ 10 times.” Me: On Day 22 something Hit me-“I feel brand-new. I don’t understand it. I can’t explain it–but–I knew I would never be the same. Now, I wake-up every morning full of joy, I smile all day long and I love everything that has breath. Praise God”!
Their Story: I am so so tired. I have done it all. I couldn’t imagine life without being high, it would not be normal. My life is in chaos and I’m self-destructing. “I can’t take it anymore.” Then–the straw that broke the camel’s back. I got beat for $2.00, and that set-it-off, right before I snapped a voice said…
“I know everywhere you’ve been and everything you’ve done. I know every beer and bottle of whiskey you drank. Every time you hit the pipe, I was there, every pill you popped, I was there, every dirty needle you shared—I was there.
Everything you tried was a failure–your kids are gone, you lost your job and car, your friends and family have turned their backs on you”. ** Now that you have tried everything else, the voice says –Try Me– “I will wipe all of your tears away–I will forgive all of your past–I will make all things new–and I’ll open up the windows of Heaven.”
**Be grateful and enjoy your life-you only get one. What does it profit a man to gain the Whole World and lose his soul?
And Remember: A piece of mind is worth more than silver and gold.