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Quarantine Thankful
Quarantine Thankful 2020 While we are all suffering in different ways and going through or own problems, its important to remember that we are all in this pandemic together. Two sides to the same coin. Its like being part of a well-built machine; we all have a part to do and while each job may be different, no matter big or small, they all need to function for the machine to work to its full extent.
By Sharee sav5 years ago in Families
What I’m Thankful For
What am I thankful for? It isn’t a difficult answer, but it is a loaded question. There are so many answers that can come from a question like this. I didn’t have a lot to be thankful for growing up. I didn’t have anything to be grateful for until I was about 15. I had a tough upbringing with little to care for or care for me. Nobody in my world worried about me. They didn’t even act as I existed. So to me when you’re never thankful for anything, and suddenly have something to be thankful for, it means a whole lot more. I was mentally, physically, and sexually abused since I was 6. Never by the same guy and all of them were people that either knew my mom or my family. I couldn’t accept it for the longest time. I would refuse to think about it and would pretend it never happened, only to have to go through it time after time. I thought when I got my first boyfriend that things would’ve changed, but they didn’t. They stayed the same way until I was about 14. I personally became numb to it. Everyone that my mom brought into the house ended up being the same way. They would drink or do drugs beforehand and then be with my mom after. I never understood it. She knew what they did to me, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even acknowledge the truth when I told her myself what was happening. It took me until I got pregnant by my boyfriend at 15 to realize that I do have something to be thankful for. I’m thankful for my daughter and all the times we’ve had, as well as the time yet to come. I’m thankful that she’s here in order to be my beacon of light when I enter my dark days again. I’m thankful for the woman and her husband and two sons for showing me what a family can really be like. If it wasn’t for them I would be in the streets trying to raise a daughter on my own with nowhere to live and no food to eat. I’m thankful that the Lord looked upon me and saw something worth saving and showing grace and humility. I’m thankful that this family took my daughter in as if she was their own granddaughter. I’m thankful for the doting grandmother and grandfather that I got when I was brought into this family. I’m thankful that we have somewhere to call home. Somewhere my daughter and I can be safe while I venture out of my comfort zone and into a profession that I love. I’m thankful that my daughter will never want for anything now that we’re safe and happy. I’m thankful for the family I have now and the family it will grow into.
By Anna Devers5 years ago in Families
Looking Back On What Really Matters
Who knew that the year 2020 would be so chaotic and that we would be struggling to get by. This year didn't just affect a few people, everyone was affected. Some people lost their jobs, some lost their homes and other lost their lives. People get sick and die everyday but I think this year really made us appreciate life and everything that we still have. I think it made us realize how short life can be sometimes, at least it did for me. It can make you take a step back for a moment and reflect on your life. So I'm taking a step back and pondering what I am thankful for.
By Nicole Lytle5 years ago in Families
Perspective
What is the saying "when one door closes another one opens"? Or when something bad happens to you people say "everything happens for a reason"? These are things we hear from other people when they feel like we could use a pick me up right? Right. It is about perspective. It is about changing ones perspective.
By Ashley Mattei5 years ago in Families
Thankful for Life
This year has definitely been the hardest year to date. My heart has been heavy for so many and watching news headlines was hard. I learned to turn off our tv and tune into time with family right here within our walls. Not only has the virus had a tremendous impact on our nation but also our daily life and our finances. Also, this year marked the one-year anniversary of my falling off our roof. My emotions have pretty well comparable to that of a busted can of biscuits. Truth.
By Brittany Pennel5 years ago in Families
Life
This thing called life is really starting to get out of hand. I didn't expect shit to get real like this. At the age of 22, I found myself being a pregnant college drop out. Nowhere near close to my goals. Forcing myself to move back home from Atlanta with no degree and a baby on the way and in a relationship with someone that 10 years older than me. Talking bout being unprepared for something I felt way behind the curve of everything. When I moved back home I was 3 months pregnant jobless and moneyless. I left the father back in Atlanta who was to arrive shortly before the baby was to be born. I was sleeping in the room with my grandmother. I started looking for jobs but who wants to hire a pregnant woman. I finally got a job as a homecare worker taking care of the disabled which was cool except for the fact that I didn't have a car. So now I had to catch the bus and walk to places that I needed to go to. Not only that but I also now had to go to doctor's appointments by myself. I was at an all-time low. Let me fast forward this story. Two months later the father of my child moved to my hometown so we can be a "family". Now it's me and him living in my grandmother's second bedroom of her two-bedroom townhome with my cousins living with her as well. It's me and him and a house full of people. Two months after that we give birth to a beautiful baby girl two weeks EARLY. (I still blame him for kick-starting my labor because wasn't due for another two weeks.) This was unbelievable because I thought I was going to be pregnant forever. (that and because my family scared me from wanting to give birth. They always had some slick shit to say. "oh, that baby is going to rip you apart," "OH, they gone have to cut that baby out" like way to give my labor anxiety.) Now it's me, him and our baby cramped into this small ass room. Fast forward a month later it's my birthday and I'm depressed. I have no job, no car no place of my own but I have a baby. This shit was stressing me out. Not only that my boobs were constantly hurting which made me feel like my chest was to explode and milk was going to be everywhere. I was the biggest I have ever been in my life. I went from a size 2 to a 10 in the blink of an eye. I couldn't put on anything sexy to save my life. (shit, I still can't. "this pregnancy shit ruined my body forever") Now I and my grandmother has a fight and I leave in the middle of the night with my newborn baby and her father with nowhere to go really. (I know people think why don't you go to your parents for help. Welp, my dad died when I was 9. Sad I know right? and my mom well we can't get along for anything and she believes I was supposed to wait and have kids in my old age, as well as her and the father of my baby, don't get along.) Thank God for my cousin's having their own apartment. We spent a month there sleeping on the floor. Then I finally swallowed my pride and went back to my grandmother's. After returning to my grandmothers, both of us found jobs. And that's when the grind became real. My grandmother tried to charge us $1200 to stay in her spare bedroom that she wanted to go through whenever she felt like it. So we had to come up with a plan. Why pay $1200 to stay in a spare bedroom when you can pay rent somewhere and have your own. On the 1st of the next month we had found a place and were preparing to move. This was only the beginning of this journey of life for me.
By Shakyla A Mosley5 years ago in Families
TOBACCO FARMING
I got introduced to tobacco as a baby. My Mother took me in basket to the tobacco barn while she looped tobacco on a stick. As my Father was a farmer, everyone in my family was expected to help. It was early in the morning and very late in the evening when the chores got done. Not only did my family grow tobacco but there was corn, cotton, soybeans, wheat, peanuts and sweet potatoes, not counting the huge vegetable garden my family planted every year.
By Barbara Wiler5 years ago in Families
Art History
Was the cat limping? Since Circe was a rotund Maine Coon who waddled all the time anyway, Stelle was unsure. It seemed to her that the tubby feline was listing to one side and putting less weight on her right front paw as she made her way into the kitchen.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Families
