I’m certainly glad that I wrote that last post. It was very healthful, even if I did sound a little whinier than I intended. I had never really gone through the whole process of “How We Lost Our Home”, and now I’ve written a new school year theme on the subject for my Creative Writing Seminar monitored by Ms. HeatherGreeneyes.
I feel the need to write further, however, because of a comment I received on another forum to a similar posting. Someone asked me “Did you expect someone else to help you get it fixed?”
I don’t any anyone to think that I don’t feel ultimately responsible for what happened. I could have gone to my family for assistance, and did as a stop gap measure a couple of times. However, when it came down to it, I finally told them “I made this bed, and now I need to lie in it.” I should have realized that they were merely feeding out the rope from which I would eventually would find myself dangling. I thought I was smart enough to get through it. I had no idea.
What irritates me is they gave me no quarter when I asked for help or tried to explain my circumtances to them. They didn’t care. Why should I now care that business pratices they went to school to learn have now failed them? Why should my tax dollars be used to help them when they weren’t available to me?
There was a federal grant program advertised here for people who needed assistance with home repairs. However, we always were just outside of the income range– we made TOO MUCH money to qualify. Now these clowns with their gas-guzzling land yachts want schlemiels like ME to bail them out?
Is this a great country or what?