What If I Became Homeless?

What If I Became Homeless?

Here on earth worrying about work tomorrow is a real life concern.  If I lose my job tomorrow I will be homeless in about 3 months tops. When a star dies does another one comes to life somewhere else. Is that what would become of me?  My life as I knew it would die like the star and a new way of life would come into existence under a bridge.

Anyone can become homeless it all depends on where they are on the food chain. What’s that old saying, “but for the grace of God there go I”. Would I live long enough to make a place for myself under the bridge or would I die trying. How many times would I be raped before the Lord would take me home and comfort me.

Homelessness has always frightened me. maxresdefault

How would I survive out there under a bridge somewhere? Would the other homeless people living under the bridge welcome me? I think not, at least not all of them. But I would only need one good homeless person who has compassion and wouldn’t judge me for the clothes I’m wearing. After all I would’ve just arrived under the bridge and my clothes and my appearance would be different from those around me. I’m in their environment now.

Would they let me warm myself by the glow of the beautiful fire they maintain for the ‘people under the bridge’?

How would I make my own space, that little spot under the bridge that no one had taken? Would the material things that I was able to take with me when I lost the comfort of the home I’d made for myself in society be enough to get me started.

What would I sleep ‘on’?

How would I rest and not worry about someone taking my stuff? If someone did take  my precious belongings what would I do about it? Would I fight for myself to get them back?Would I make a stand in front of all the people under the bridge? I would have to do something because if I let them take one of my belongings, there is a good chance some of the other homeless persons under the bridge would get the same idea and I would be left with near to nothing.

What would I eat? How would I find food? I would have to be willing to fight for the morsels found in the nearby dumpster. Would I gag at the sight of the contents of the dumpster or would I fill my empty stomach with whatever I could find that wouldn’t make me sick?

Would I learn the way of the homeless, or would I die while sleeping under the bridge? If I did die like the stars in the universe what would happen to my body? Would someone tell the authorities that I died? Or would they just take the rest of my precious belongings and leave me to disappear into the darkness like the star that dies in the universe?

Would the other homeless under the bridge hear my sobs during the night as the stars are dying and being reborn somewhere else in the universe? Probably not because their own tears and hopeless sobs are drowning out those I’m making.

Would I get comfort from the stars in the universe? Would I see one die and reappear somewhere else? Would it really make a difference to me? I think not!

God Bless the Homeless

Where I Like To Write

I like to write sitting at my desktop but that is not always possible. Right now I’m able to write at my desktop because hubby and his Aunt Theresa are off running errands downtown.

Aunt T has been with us since October 18th. She’s recovering from Pancreatitis and Gall stones. She just turned 88.  So there is a hospital bed about 30 feet from my desktop, the sound on the TV is riveting, the dogs are demanding to go out, it’s almost time to start lunch or dinner for everyone and I’ve got a load of clothes going in the washer. But for right now I can enjoy writing this article without interruptions from second party needs.

493ss_thinkstock_rf_photo_of_senior_woman_using_laptop_in_bedAll of this  means I like to write at my desktop, but I do the bulk of my writing in bed when the day is done using my laptop. Aunt T is snuggled in her bed. She needs nothing but sleep. Hubby is asleep snoring through his nose cannula and not needing anything more for the day. The dogs are snuggled as close to me as they can get without disturbing my laptop and the TV is tuned into FOX News just in case something happens in the world I don’t want to miss.

Things I Wish

winter-scenes-10I wish I could be here to see what choices my great grand baby will make for her future. Will she follow her Momma into Psychology or will it be something else.

I wish I could take me and my sister to England. She loves the Royal Family, it started with Princess Dianna. She Loves Princess Dianna’s grandchildren as they were her own.

I wish I would have been more of a “Parent” to my son. When I hear someone say “you’re not your child’s friend”.” You’re their parent”,” act that way”, I just cringe because they’re right. My Son says “no mom”, “we would’ve fought throughout my whole time growing up”. Maybe he is right because we are true friends today.

I wish I would win a lot of money.

I wish I had a bathroom downstairs in this old farmhouse

I wish I had 50 acres of land completely fenced in so I could rescue the cats and dogs. Make homes for them and let them run free. I wish if I had this land, I would have the strength to maintain it.

I wish I had the strength to pack up this old farmhouse, sell it, and live in a double wide with 2 baths.

I wish the people of our United States would come together with hope for our future as a nation.

I wish the liberals would please stop with the negativity and let the people rest.

I wish I wasn’t so lax when taking care of my health. I can’t get away and stay away from sugar.

I wish I could get my blog to more people and not be afraid of loosing money.

Why Do I Write?

I don’t consider myself as someone who writes. I have wanted to write, I tried a blog years ago with no inspiration or understanding of what I was doing. I want to write. I wish I could write articles of interest. I don’t have a whole lot of interestes in my life.

I feel like there is something inside that wants to come out, I have no idea what. How does one find inspiration to write? I hope my words will reach someone and make them happy, make them want to read my words. Why would anyone be interested iin my words?

I have started writing maybe because I can now. I don’t know what that means yet hope to find out. I write because it makes me think. It makes me wonder what if but I can’t come up with the final answer to that question.

I want a sucessful blog or website address, I write because I want others to write back to me.

Hey Thanks a lot for reading