February 29, 2008

  • I’m Suffering

    For some reason, lately, every time I turn on the radio, some news
    reporter is telling me how much the American economy is suffering.

    For example, I am told that the
    housing market is terrible and that I am struggling to sell my house.

    Maybe they’re referring to the sellers of the
    house I bought, who had it on the market all of two days before I snapped it
    up.  (I had to make a bid quickly,
    because houses are selling like wildfire where I live.  The last house we bid on, we lost the
    bid.  Oh well!  My current house is better anyway!)

    They are telling me that gas
    prices are higher than ever before.  I haven’t noticed, as I live 3
    minutes from my workplace, and the last time I had to buy gas was over a week
    ago.

    If this is a “suffering” bring it on, baby!

    Today, I have a job doing something that I really love.  We just bought a new house.  And I’ve been happily married to one kick-ass husband for. .
    . Wow! over 5 years now. Has it been that long?

    I really don’t care for people who tell me that I’m just lucky — the jealous
    ones who think that others get all the breaks. Lord knows, I’ve had my share of
    poop from people, and I know that at any point, poop can happen again. But it’s
    nice to be in a place I love again. It’s especially nice to know that my hard
    work was not for naught.

    God really does help those who help themselves. And when I mean God, I mean all
    the people who believed in me, and gave me a chance when they could have just
    as easily turned me away. It’s truly Divine when people can see something in
    you that is yet to be.

    I find it foreign that American-born citizens have been taught to believe that
    everyone in other countries hates the United States. If that were the case, then
    I wonder why my relatives haven’t gone back to their respective countries. Or
    why my friends from Poland, Cuba, India, Bulgaria, Japan, China, Singapore,
    Taiwan, Korea, Vietnam, the former U.S.S.R., and even France (I could go on and
    on), don’t feel the need to return to their countries.

    My voice may not be very loud, but I felt it had to be said.

    The only people I see hating the U.S. are people who have something to gain by
    saying that the country is in ruin, and that they can make it better.

    Politicians don’t make a country better.

    Its people do.