I’ve always tried to be a positive, hopeful person. I’ve even had moments of happiness and perkiness.
However I’ve had a lot of scary things happen to me. . . Since I survive them, I’m only stronger for it.
My strength is in my family and my spirituality. . . https://beckyms1213blog.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/im-a-very-spiritual-person/
https://rebekah1213.wordpress.com/2018/08/12/new-personal-prompts/
19. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done? The scariest?
I’m going to count down from bad to worst. . . (Note: there are a few situations that should be on this list but I do not want to talk about at this moment, my strength is not that high.)
The three incidents I can talk about are. . .
3. I had to drop a class for college. (Sometimes, a college student just puts too much on their schedule, my guidance counselor said dozens students walk her into office daily to drop or change schedule or major. It was okay and normal.)
It was a major course for my music major. I had a plan, perform get an Associate of Arts and get grants and such with my musical performances and perform for a while and eventually teach music. I probably had my first 15 years of my adult life planned out.
I knew I was struggling with playing one piece and singing another. I did all of my professors suggestion and I kept wanting to sing what I would play.
However I went to the doctors and realized I had inner ear problems. I knew I had ear issues, but the doctors said as a kid my hearing was fine. However my many ear aches, infections, and swimmer’ s ear caught up with me. My right hears worst than my right.
I was told by my professor to drop the course. It was not fair for her to spend so much time on me when I was no going improve. It was harsh for me to hear. (No pun intended.)
Without the course, I could not be a music major. SIGH!
So with dropping the course, I was also changing my major.
The silver lining was that several semesters last I discovered that writing easily took over my passion of music. I do now have an Associate of Arts.
2. My parents divorced when I was 8 . . . They only lived a city away. I lived with dad Monday through Friday. I saw my mom Friday night to Sunday.
I knew both loved me ( and still do.) However it torn in pieces when I would see one as I would worry over the other. Felt like I was hurting one, if I mentioned the other.
Truthfully be told, they are both very capable adults and can take care of themselves. They are good people, when they are on their own, doing their own thing. I will admit at one time, they lived each other, but I know that they love me. That is all that counts.
1. This last one is pretty hard of me. . . Sometime I even blame myself because I wasn’t paying attention to all of her bills.
Long story, short due to so much debt, we lost my grandma’s house.
When I moved in with my mom, she was working full time, so my brother and I helped my grandma out. My brother cooked a lit for her. I took over her main budgeting as she own every utility. . . I got her main bills out of the red in 18 months. I’m still very proud of that accomplishment. (However some desperate credit union had conned my grandma into a 30 year old mortgage before I moved in. Even I know you don’t give a 30 year mortgage to a 70 year old. Sighs.)
My grandma got robbed by her roofers, the only thing she got out of 30k was new windows. Anyway, I got it so that she could pay everything and still go to bingo.
In 2009, she passed away. The problem was she had over 10,000 dollars of medical debt as her two insurance barely covered anything. According to three lawyers, in order to get to the estates, we would have to had paid all of her medical bills. (She also used all of her life insurance, church and burial service helped with that as we had used them for several friends and family members.)
For years, we tried to talk and even paid the mortage to stay at the house, but because it belonged to the deceased, we could not access it. In 2014, we lost the house.
The thing it wasn’t just a worn-down house on peaceful land. . . It was mre than years of memories. . . It was my comfort. . . It was my security. . . It was my home! I have not been the same since we lost it.
I am stronger than I know, but I wish I could get it back, but it has been knocked down. I would love to get some money, come up with some blue prints and make a new house there.
It's my Own World but it's OK. . . 