This weekend spoke with someone that was expressing dismay at the condition of one of his acquaintances.
He said the young lady inherited a convenience store (rent free) in a highly populated area and she closed up shop early last year claiming some recent road works hindered her business. He said he remembered sitting in her store on a number of occasions never seeing one car pull up to her store but he was impressed with the amount of foot traffic from the neighborhood. So he questions her claim.
He said January will make two years since she has been jobless
, complaining that she can't find anything to do. He suggested that she sell snacks to the school kids given that she lives right around the corner from two schools. She shrugged him off.
I think we can always find an excuse, so what's yours? I always hear people saying they can't find a job, I wonder how many of them are like this lady? I ask you I'm sure no matter how many solutions he comes up with, she'll find an excuse to just stay in her condition.
You're overweight and all you need is 30 minutes a day to make a change to your exercise plan. But you can't find the time. At the beginning of the year you promised this was the year you were going to stop eat so much fast foods and get healthy. But fast foods are convenient, you say as you eat your 2 for $ .99 hamburgers. You said you want to go back to school and finish your education, but you don't want to be the oldest one in the class. You said you were going to start a savings plan but the new pair of shoes were calling your name. There's always something else, so, what's your excuse?
Monday, October 21, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Bills Mean...
At the end of the month there always seems to be a new bill. After I've paid utilities, insurance, grocery, credit cards other living expenses then some other miscellaneous shows up. Today at the mailbox, I threw them all up and laughed.
I could complain about them because something just hit me. Every month the bills come, and every month I pay them. But that wasn't what hit me this morning. What made me happy was that every month the bill collectors knew exactly where to find me. I know the neighbors may have thought I lost my mind, but I haven't.
As I collected the envelopes from the freshly cut grass and walked toward the door of where I live, I smiled. Bills are good, I thought. Bills are good. My grandfather told me that once but I have thought of it since he died.
I never thought of it this way before and I'm grateful for my blessings because next month when I see those bills I'll remember....
I'm not homeless.
I could complain about them because something just hit me. Every month the bills come, and every month I pay them. But that wasn't what hit me this morning. What made me happy was that every month the bill collectors knew exactly where to find me. I know the neighbors may have thought I lost my mind, but I haven't.
As I collected the envelopes from the freshly cut grass and walked toward the door of where I live, I smiled. Bills are good, I thought. Bills are good. My grandfather told me that once but I have thought of it since he died.
I never thought of it this way before and I'm grateful for my blessings because next month when I see those bills I'll remember....
I'm not homeless.
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