My Day (It was not what I had planned)

Good evening folks,

So yesterday I spent the day driving around the region, attempting to flood the market with my resume. Instead, the rain flooded things! I didn’t get to stop at all of the locations I had planned, so I set out again today. One thing after another happened to let me know “today is not my day”. I decided to drive to one of the local libraries nearby where I was to search for a book to help with the paper I’m writing this week. Of course, they didn’t have what I was looking for.

What they did have was an awesome book sale!! And I got a ton of books, plus a tote bag to carry them. Of course, all funds go to assist with running the library, which is great. I did find a few books to borrow, but let’s see if I will get them read before they are due back in a few weeks. 🙂

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When I finally got home, my body was screaming at me. Damn fibromyalgia. I feel like I probably overdid it the past couple days with the driving all over creation, the stress of job-searching, and just overall running around. My body needs a break. See, when you have fibro, your body can only handle so much before it forces you to take a break. So I took a nap, but woke up feeling worse. Now, every single muscle in my body is cramped again. It’s rather uncomfortable and a huge inconvenience.

The good that did happen today was being able to assist an elderly, homeless woman with money for food. I know sometimes people beg for money for drugs, alcohol, or some other addiction. But I just felt it in my gut that this lady was sincerely in need of help. She was kind, well spoken, and in desperate need of assistance. I offered some suggestions for places to go until the shelter has room, rather than her continuing to sleep under a bridge. She had already been to all the places I suggested and no help was provided to her. It breaks my heart to see this stuff happening in our country. From small towns, to big cities, this is a nation-wide problem.

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I didn’t have much to offer her, but I gave her what cash I had. I’m thinking of getting her a bunch of toiletries, some food and water, and perhaps a bag to carry it all. Anything to tide her over until the shelter gives her a place to rest her head. I hope I can find her again. The weather has been dreary and raining here in my neck of the woods for quite a few days. It is terrible that there are people trying to survive out in the elements while so many homes and buildings sit empty.

You may or may not know that I have my B.S. in Psychology and I am continuing my education, currently working on a MS in Psychology with a specialization in Applied Behavior Analysis. I have plans to help many people in my professional life. But one thing I am very passionate about is becoming an advocate for lower income families in my community. I know first hand what it’s like to live in poverty. I see the flaws in our system. Flaws that continue to hold people down rather than offering them the step up that they need in their lives. Many of the people living in poverty just need that step up, not a hand out. Many do not want to stay on welfare, food or housing assistance, or any other government programs. But with the flawed system, they do not have much choice.

I will change things one day. I am determined.


3 Replies to “My Day (It was not what I had planned)”

  1. I have friends who live with Fibro and the pain that it causes them daily. I do not even pretend that I can understand the pain you all feel. But as I read this piece Kristin I could hear your voice. I could feel your passion. Not only for the words that allowed you to pain this picture, but for the causes that you believe in. And I feel that you will be a woman to reckon with if you choose to use your talent for words, to fight for the causes you champion.

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