The ficus tree in our kitchen started out as a twig with 2 little leaves. It now spreads through almost a quarter of the kitchen. Our 2 enormous spider plants were once a single little sprig. Both of our cats are foundlings. Michael found Betty in a garbage can, thrown out by her owner. Today, they are both spoiled rotten and happy. I live in the best and happiest home I've ever known. Our little household flourishes, and it is all Michael's work.
He's worked since he was 13 and had a paper route. He bought his first car while he was in high school. He supported his family on more than one occasion. He carried me for a few years. He's never had anything less than a near perfect credit score.
And now, he has been treated so unjustly. Seeing him cry is a knife through my heart.
I've known since I was a teen that all that stuff about hard work and honesty and enterprise being rewarded with riches, and that the rich and powerful are that way because they are smart, good, and had God's favor, was all bullshit. But, it's quite another thing to see that it's all bullshit so forcefully demonstrated right in front of me.
I'm not at liberty to say what the problem is, but please keep Michael in your thoughts and prayers. There are a lot of good people like him suffering so terribly and unjustly in this recession. We're owned and ruled by crooks folks, and they've gotten damn rich off of our labor and out of our savings. Everything from both of the wars we're currently fighting to your jobs is about making them richer.
Saint Cyndi, pray for Michael and pray for us all.