Saturday afternoon when I went into work Sally told me to keep an eye out for a wallet. Someone had lost their wallet with $1,800 in it. That surprised me how someone managed to lose a wallet with that much money in it. That's a lot of money...
The day went by, I had completed forget about that wallet Sally told me about. Until the owner came in. He was second in line and somehow it was brought up that he had lost that much money. The first guy in line said "Wow! I'd be so upset if I lost that much money." The owner of the wallet shrugged his shoulders.
"I can't take it with me." He didn't say much, but what he said was perfect.
With all this wedding planning, as I'm sure you imagine, I am spending a lot of money. I hate spending money... When my bank account goes down, I freak out. I love to save money. I very rarely ever buy myself anything nice for this reason.
God gave me a reminder Saturday with that man. While it is good to save money, in the end it's just that. Money. When I die, it's not gonna matter if I have $5,000 in bank account, or $50 in it. I can't take it with me. What is gonna matter how I lived my life on this earth. Did I use any
of that money to help those in need? Did I share the gospel with
whoever I came across? Was I an example to this lost world? Did I live
my life 100% for God, not holding anything back? How I lived my life is
really what matters when I die, not the possessions I had on this earth.
Matthew 6:19-21 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But
lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. KJV Where is your heart?
06-27-2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Be Careful Little Feet Where You Go
A guy named Dusty and his friend Randal came in this afternoon. Dusty is this nice, loud, obnoxious, druggie, drunk. Randal is a decently quiet, nice, party animal, that has a huge crush on me. They come in together at least once a week and buy a bunch of beer for their "parties".
Randal bought a half pint of Captain Morgan and a pack of Camel wide lights. Dusty was next in line, I really don't remember what he bought anymore though.
"What time do you get off tonight?" Dusty asked me.
"Nine." I replied.
"Oh wow," He looked shocked that it would be so late. "Well after you're off do you wanna come swimming with us?" I wasn't sure how to decline, so I gave it my best shot.
"Uh, no thanks." I don't think there is a polite way to say they aren't the type of people I want to hang out with, so I just stuck with no.
"What? Why not?" he looked confused. "Oh, I bet I know what it is. You don't know how to swim."
"Yeah, that's exactly it." I said sarcastically with a smile.
Don't get me wrong, swimming would have been nice. I love swimming. Yet, I declined because I knew there would be more then swimming involved. There would have been skinny dipping, drugs, and booze. Although I could have went swimming with them and not got involved with all those things, why would I want to put myself in a situation where I would most likely be pushed to do things that I know better then to do. I wouldn't. That's just stupid.
Yet, I put myself in different situations with Kevin that make it hard to say no to sex. Almost every time that I put myself in a bad situation I do bad things. Why the heck do I keep putting myself in these situations? Why can't I just refuse to be put in a bad situation like I did today? I really don't know the answer to that. I just know God used Dusty to help remind me I need to be more careful, and make sure I don't put myself somewhere I could possibly do something wrong. I really need to quit putting myself in a situation that I know might cause me to sin.
This blog reminded me of a song I used to sing as a child. O Be Careful.
O be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little eyes what you see.
O be careful little ears what you hear
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little ears what you hear.
O be careful little tongue what you say
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little tongue what you say.
O be careful little hands what you do
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little hands what you do
O be careful little feet where you go
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little feet where you go
06-20-2015
Randal bought a half pint of Captain Morgan and a pack of Camel wide lights. Dusty was next in line, I really don't remember what he bought anymore though.
"What time do you get off tonight?" Dusty asked me.
"Nine." I replied.
"Oh wow," He looked shocked that it would be so late. "Well after you're off do you wanna come swimming with us?" I wasn't sure how to decline, so I gave it my best shot.
"Uh, no thanks." I don't think there is a polite way to say they aren't the type of people I want to hang out with, so I just stuck with no.
"What? Why not?" he looked confused. "Oh, I bet I know what it is. You don't know how to swim."
"Yeah, that's exactly it." I said sarcastically with a smile.
Don't get me wrong, swimming would have been nice. I love swimming. Yet, I declined because I knew there would be more then swimming involved. There would have been skinny dipping, drugs, and booze. Although I could have went swimming with them and not got involved with all those things, why would I want to put myself in a situation where I would most likely be pushed to do things that I know better then to do. I wouldn't. That's just stupid.
Yet, I put myself in different situations with Kevin that make it hard to say no to sex. Almost every time that I put myself in a bad situation I do bad things. Why the heck do I keep putting myself in these situations? Why can't I just refuse to be put in a bad situation like I did today? I really don't know the answer to that. I just know God used Dusty to help remind me I need to be more careful, and make sure I don't put myself somewhere I could possibly do something wrong. I really need to quit putting myself in a situation that I know might cause me to sin.
This blog reminded me of a song I used to sing as a child. O Be Careful.
O be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little eyes what you see.
O be careful little ears what you hear
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little ears what you hear.
O be careful little tongue what you say
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little tongue what you say.
O be careful little hands what you do
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little hands what you do
O be careful little feet where you go
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little feet where you go
06-20-2015
It's Not a Comliment, It's Disrepect.
There's this guy named Rick that comes into my work. I never really liked him, mainly over one incident, he asked for one pack of cigarettes, I accidentally gave him two packs, and I didn't realize it until he was already at of the store. He knew he only paid for one pack, he should have been honest and gave back the other pack. Dishonest people drive me crazy. The past two weeks or so he's been acting like he likes me. He asked for my name, and then gave me his. Now every time he comes in he makes a point to say my name, and maybe I'm the only one who notices this but whenever a guy likes me, he always makes a point to say my name, or maybe I'm crazy and they really don't, it just feels like it.
He brought his usual L&M menthol 100's and a pack of Marlboro red 72s, I assumed those were just for his girlfriend, and some gas. He handed me the money and I started to get him ten dollars back in change, as I handed it to him I saw his hand was slightly over his mouth like he had some secret to tell me then he said "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?" he asked casually like his question wasn't a big deal at all. I was shocked he had actually said that, it shouldn't have surprised me though since he once accidentally flashed his phone at me and guess what I saw? Yep, that's right, porn... If he's looking at some random women's butt online, chances are he's looking at mine also. After what felt like a five minutes (in reality, it was five seconds) of awkward silence I finally said "Um yeah, my fiance has a couple of times." After I said that the guy behind Rick instantly started laughing. I really should thank God for giving me the ability for having awesome comebacks.
It didn't take long for Rick to leave after that, he kept repeating out loud "That's it Hannah, that's it." I may have completely misunderstood what he meant by "that's it", but I'm next to positive he was just saying that was all he wanted to do was give me that "compliment", nothing more, nothing less. He's darn right that's it.
This isn't my only story about a guy saying something about my butt. I'll share the other two while I'm at it.
A year ago or so, this guy came in and asked wanted to get lottery, so as I was getting what he wanted he just kept snickering. Finally he decided I should know what was funny.
"My buddies and I have a nickname for you." He couldn't keep a straight face. "Wanna know what it is?" From knowing who he is, and the way he was snickering I didn't really want to know.
"What's that?" I asked.
"We call you hot pants." He snickered some more like it was just the funniest thing ever. It wasn't funny, it was disrespectful.
I saw that same guy come in a few weeks ago, he asked where the cheese was so I walked him over towards the cheese, as I was headed back to the register he followed me.
"Man, you sure do know how to move that booty." He snickered. I didn't look back to acknowledge I heard what he said, I just kept walking. "Did you hear what I said?" He snickered some more. This time I looked back at him for a quick second. He repeated himself. "You sure do know how to move that booty. It sure looks nice too." He snickered again. I once again, didn't look back back, and just kept walking pretending like I really didn't hear what he said again.
Ash and I were talking about this and she said these guys were just trying to give me a compliment. News flash- Making a comment about my butt, or anything else sexual related is not a compliment! If you want to compliment me on my eyes, hair, smile, or my attitude, that's sweet, but if you compliment anything sexual related, that's disrespect.
05-27-2015
He brought his usual L&M menthol 100's and a pack of Marlboro red 72s, I assumed those were just for his girlfriend, and some gas. He handed me the money and I started to get him ten dollars back in change, as I handed it to him I saw his hand was slightly over his mouth like he had some secret to tell me then he said "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?" he asked casually like his question wasn't a big deal at all. I was shocked he had actually said that, it shouldn't have surprised me though since he once accidentally flashed his phone at me and guess what I saw? Yep, that's right, porn... If he's looking at some random women's butt online, chances are he's looking at mine also. After what felt like a five minutes (in reality, it was five seconds) of awkward silence I finally said "Um yeah, my fiance has a couple of times." After I said that the guy behind Rick instantly started laughing. I really should thank God for giving me the ability for having awesome comebacks.
It didn't take long for Rick to leave after that, he kept repeating out loud "That's it Hannah, that's it." I may have completely misunderstood what he meant by "that's it", but I'm next to positive he was just saying that was all he wanted to do was give me that "compliment", nothing more, nothing less. He's darn right that's it.
This isn't my only story about a guy saying something about my butt. I'll share the other two while I'm at it.
A year ago or so, this guy came in and asked wanted to get lottery, so as I was getting what he wanted he just kept snickering. Finally he decided I should know what was funny.
"My buddies and I have a nickname for you." He couldn't keep a straight face. "Wanna know what it is?" From knowing who he is, and the way he was snickering I didn't really want to know.
"What's that?" I asked.
"We call you hot pants." He snickered some more like it was just the funniest thing ever. It wasn't funny, it was disrespectful.
I saw that same guy come in a few weeks ago, he asked where the cheese was so I walked him over towards the cheese, as I was headed back to the register he followed me.
"Man, you sure do know how to move that booty." He snickered. I didn't look back to acknowledge I heard what he said, I just kept walking. "Did you hear what I said?" He snickered some more. This time I looked back at him for a quick second. He repeated himself. "You sure do know how to move that booty. It sure looks nice too." He snickered again. I once again, didn't look back back, and just kept walking pretending like I really didn't hear what he said again.
Ash and I were talking about this and she said these guys were just trying to give me a compliment. News flash- Making a comment about my butt, or anything else sexual related is not a compliment! If you want to compliment me on my eyes, hair, smile, or my attitude, that's sweet, but if you compliment anything sexual related, that's disrespect.
05-27-2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Good Deeds
A month ago this man came in and bought some scratcher lottery tickets. I don't remind the amount, but he won at least $100. He ended up paying for the guy in line's stuff. That was super nice of him I thought.
A few days after that, I heard him talking with my boss. What seemed very off topic to me, he brought up how he won that money and did a good deed as he put it, and bought someones stuff. I was disappointed in that man once I heard him tell my boss that. He did a good deed, and now he's telling everyone else about that good deed so he can get praise for it. That just ruined his good deed for me.
A few weeks after that Sally told me that there was a freezer outside that I needed to bring back into the store (with the help of my dad), before closing time. An hour before I sent Ash home I decided that I wanted to go ahead and try to bring the freezer inside myself. Once I got out there it became obvious that before I brought it in I needed to dumb the water out. This freezer was so gross, it had water in it, meat chucks floating in the water, a few soaked labels, the outside was bad as well, it had dirt everywhere on it. So, I decided instead of moving into the store I would dumb the water out and clean it. It took me forty minutes. I ended up being behind on everything else I normally do, but it was worth it because I made it where Mollie didn't have to do it the next morning.
The next day in the after noon, after Mollie was off work, and before I went into work, I was talking for Mollie. The entire time we were talking I was waiting for her to thank me for cleaning the freezer for her.
I finally I broke down and causally brought the subject up. "I bet you were happy once you saw I washed the freezer for you." She looked confused.
"I didn't even notice." She answered. I pretended like it was no big deal, yet I was really disappointed I did all that work for her not to even notice.
Shortly afterwards, I went into work and Sally was still there. Sally wasn't saying anything about how I had cleaned the freezer either, so once again I brought up the subject.
"Yeah, I cleaned that freezer. I bet that made it a lot easier for you and Mollie." I said, trying to make it sound like I just did a huge favor for them.
"Oh, it still stinks." She said, like she couldn't care less. I was really discouraged after I heard her response. I did all that hard work for nothing. No one even noticed I had done it. What a waste of time, I thought.
Did you see any problems with my story? I know I did. Here's the thing, although I cleaned the freezer to help Mollie out, I also did it for my own personal gain. I wanted them to praise me for putting the extra effort out, I wanted them to recognize what I did. My selfish motive ruined the entire good deed.
Don't get me wrong, if one of your good deeds just so happens to come into the conversation, I think that's completely okay, as long as your motive is pure. You shouldn't be trying to show off, that is not a pure motive. I find it ironic how I felt disappointed with that man in the beginning of the story, yet just a few weeks later I did exactly what he did.
Next time you do a good deed and are tempted to try and get someones attention with your good deeds, remember these bible verses.
Matthew 6:1-4 “Watch out! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired by others, for you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to someone in need, don’t do as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I tell you the truth, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you.
05-27-2015
A few days after that, I heard him talking with my boss. What seemed very off topic to me, he brought up how he won that money and did a good deed as he put it, and bought someones stuff. I was disappointed in that man once I heard him tell my boss that. He did a good deed, and now he's telling everyone else about that good deed so he can get praise for it. That just ruined his good deed for me.
A few weeks after that Sally told me that there was a freezer outside that I needed to bring back into the store (with the help of my dad), before closing time. An hour before I sent Ash home I decided that I wanted to go ahead and try to bring the freezer inside myself. Once I got out there it became obvious that before I brought it in I needed to dumb the water out. This freezer was so gross, it had water in it, meat chucks floating in the water, a few soaked labels, the outside was bad as well, it had dirt everywhere on it. So, I decided instead of moving into the store I would dumb the water out and clean it. It took me forty minutes. I ended up being behind on everything else I normally do, but it was worth it because I made it where Mollie didn't have to do it the next morning.
The next day in the after noon, after Mollie was off work, and before I went into work, I was talking for Mollie. The entire time we were talking I was waiting for her to thank me for cleaning the freezer for her.
I finally I broke down and causally brought the subject up. "I bet you were happy once you saw I washed the freezer for you." She looked confused.
"I didn't even notice." She answered. I pretended like it was no big deal, yet I was really disappointed I did all that work for her not to even notice.
Shortly afterwards, I went into work and Sally was still there. Sally wasn't saying anything about how I had cleaned the freezer either, so once again I brought up the subject.
"Yeah, I cleaned that freezer. I bet that made it a lot easier for you and Mollie." I said, trying to make it sound like I just did a huge favor for them.
"Oh, it still stinks." She said, like she couldn't care less. I was really discouraged after I heard her response. I did all that hard work for nothing. No one even noticed I had done it. What a waste of time, I thought.
Did you see any problems with my story? I know I did. Here's the thing, although I cleaned the freezer to help Mollie out, I also did it for my own personal gain. I wanted them to praise me for putting the extra effort out, I wanted them to recognize what I did. My selfish motive ruined the entire good deed.
Don't get me wrong, if one of your good deeds just so happens to come into the conversation, I think that's completely okay, as long as your motive is pure. You shouldn't be trying to show off, that is not a pure motive. I find it ironic how I felt disappointed with that man in the beginning of the story, yet just a few weeks later I did exactly what he did.
Next time you do a good deed and are tempted to try and get someones attention with your good deeds, remember these bible verses.
Matthew 6:1-4 “Watch out! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired by others, for you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to someone in need, don’t do as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I tell you the truth, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you.
05-27-2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
When Will I Learn?
Yesterday night I was working the floor and before Sally (the manger, my sister) left she asked that I help Mollie (my other sister) finish the truck since it came extremely late, once I was doing putting up all the candy and medicine. Finally, two hours later I was finished with that. So I went to see what Mollie needed help with, turned out she was almost done. She had me start picking up trash and boxes and putting them on a cart. I wasn't really paying that much attention and picked up some small bags of what I thought was normal ice and threw them on the cart.
"Hey, be careful with that. That's dry ice, it'll burn you if you touch it."
"Oh, okay, I didn't realize it was dry ice."
As the day went on, Mollie left and I had completely forgot about the dry ice, until I got hungry... Sally had gave me an avocado earlier in the day, I remembered about it, so I took a quick five minute break to eat it. I went into the back, back where all that trash was at and sat on the floor and ate my avocado. As I was eating it, I noticed something, a small chunk of the dry ice had fell out of one of those bags and was bubbling on the ground... I remembered Molly's warring about the dry ice. Yet, as was stuffing my face with the avocado I couldn't help but stare at the dry ice. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to see how it felt to just touch it. I knew it would hurt, but there was an overwhelming desire for me to touch it. I was auguring to myself whether I should or not. Finally, I just got up, told myself no, and walked away. Even then, every time I passed that chunk of dry ice I still had the desire to touch it. Once it melted all the way, I was disappointed I no longer had the opportunity to touch it.
I know I probably sound crazy for having such a desire to touch something that would only hurt me, but when you think about it, my story is no different then the way we are with sin.
James1:14-15 Temptation comes from our own desires, which entice us and drag us away. These desires give birth to sinful actions. And when sin is allowed to grow, it gives birth to death.NLT
I knew there would be consequences for touching it, which is ultimately why I didn't end up touching the dry ice, but so many times in my life I couldn't care less about what the consequences for my actions are. My desire was to touch something that I shouldn't, just to see what it felt like. I was enticed and all I wanted to do was touch the dry ice. If I would have actually touched it, I would have felt awesome, until the pain of the burn came. Sin always feels awesome at the moment, but once sin is over, once we allow it to grow in our lives, it just brings death, separation from God forever. Now, that's a scary thought.
Right now I have this huge sin in my life, it seems like it doesn't matter how hard I try, I always give in and touch that chunk of dry ice. I touch it knowing I'm displeasing God, I touch it knowing that touching it only brings me farther from God, I touch it knowing I'm not being a good example, I touch it knowing I'm being a hypocrite. When will I learn that I'm only going to get burned every freakin' time I touch the dry ice? I wish I could just learn to walk away from my sin just like I did with that dry ice...
05-27-2015
"Hey, be careful with that. That's dry ice, it'll burn you if you touch it."
"Oh, okay, I didn't realize it was dry ice."
As the day went on, Mollie left and I had completely forgot about the dry ice, until I got hungry... Sally had gave me an avocado earlier in the day, I remembered about it, so I took a quick five minute break to eat it. I went into the back, back where all that trash was at and sat on the floor and ate my avocado. As I was eating it, I noticed something, a small chunk of the dry ice had fell out of one of those bags and was bubbling on the ground... I remembered Molly's warring about the dry ice. Yet, as was stuffing my face with the avocado I couldn't help but stare at the dry ice. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to see how it felt to just touch it. I knew it would hurt, but there was an overwhelming desire for me to touch it. I was auguring to myself whether I should or not. Finally, I just got up, told myself no, and walked away. Even then, every time I passed that chunk of dry ice I still had the desire to touch it. Once it melted all the way, I was disappointed I no longer had the opportunity to touch it.
I know I probably sound crazy for having such a desire to touch something that would only hurt me, but when you think about it, my story is no different then the way we are with sin.
James1:14-15 Temptation comes from our own desires, which entice us and drag us away. These desires give birth to sinful actions. And when sin is allowed to grow, it gives birth to death.NLT
I knew there would be consequences for touching it, which is ultimately why I didn't end up touching the dry ice, but so many times in my life I couldn't care less about what the consequences for my actions are. My desire was to touch something that I shouldn't, just to see what it felt like. I was enticed and all I wanted to do was touch the dry ice. If I would have actually touched it, I would have felt awesome, until the pain of the burn came. Sin always feels awesome at the moment, but once sin is over, once we allow it to grow in our lives, it just brings death, separation from God forever. Now, that's a scary thought.
Right now I have this huge sin in my life, it seems like it doesn't matter how hard I try, I always give in and touch that chunk of dry ice. I touch it knowing I'm displeasing God, I touch it knowing that touching it only brings me farther from God, I touch it knowing I'm not being a good example, I touch it knowing I'm being a hypocrite. When will I learn that I'm only going to get burned every freakin' time I touch the dry ice? I wish I could just learn to walk away from my sin just like I did with that dry ice...
05-27-2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Just Keep Waiting...
God taught me a lesson of patience yesterday. Over the past two weeks or so, someone had put a taped up Busch Light 12pk of bottles in the cooler. Everyone always hates buying any beer if the box is taped up. I never will understand why, the beer drinks just the same, and they are gonna tear up the box anyways. But whatever.
The only person who buys the Busch Light 12pk of bottles, didn't want this 12pk, so he kept grabbing the one behind it and leaving the other pack somewhere it didn't belong. This drove me crazy, but I made sure he didn't see my frustration. Every time he saw me, he joking told me if I'll take two dollars off he would buy it. I refused, I'm not the person to talk to, to discount an item. I knew it was bothering him to move it the three times a day he would come in to get a 12pk, more then it bothered me.
Finally yesterday as I was stocking beer I decided to put a hot 12pk behind it. If he came in and didn't want that one I would have got a cold one in the back. His girlfriend came in for him instead. She tried to get the one in the back, but she realized it was hot, so she finally bought the broken up package 12pk! This was the highlight of my night! I'd waited two weeks for someone to buy this one pack, and I finally sold it. Woahoo! The entire time I was ringing her up I kept smiling inside thinking "I win!". I had won. I finally after two weeks sold it. The person who refused to buy it, finally ended up with it. Haha.
I know patience is a hard thing, but like in this story, I knew if I kept putting that 12pk pack in the cooler, eventually somebody would buy it. I waited two whole weeks. Unfortunately, most things that require patience will take longer then two weeks, but don't worry. God's timing is perfect. If I sold that 12pk the same day someone broke the packaging I wouldn't have experienced the happiness I did when I finally sold it. The reward of sticking through that guys annoying comments and complaints paid off. It doesn't matter what you're waiting for, whether it is as small as waiting for someone to buy something, or as big as waiting for the person of your dreams, being patience is always worth it. So, stay strong and just... Just keep waiting. Just keep waiting. Just keep waiting.
4-31-2015
The only person who buys the Busch Light 12pk of bottles, didn't want this 12pk, so he kept grabbing the one behind it and leaving the other pack somewhere it didn't belong. This drove me crazy, but I made sure he didn't see my frustration. Every time he saw me, he joking told me if I'll take two dollars off he would buy it. I refused, I'm not the person to talk to, to discount an item. I knew it was bothering him to move it the three times a day he would come in to get a 12pk, more then it bothered me.
Finally yesterday as I was stocking beer I decided to put a hot 12pk behind it. If he came in and didn't want that one I would have got a cold one in the back. His girlfriend came in for him instead. She tried to get the one in the back, but she realized it was hot, so she finally bought the broken up package 12pk! This was the highlight of my night! I'd waited two weeks for someone to buy this one pack, and I finally sold it. Woahoo! The entire time I was ringing her up I kept smiling inside thinking "I win!". I had won. I finally after two weeks sold it. The person who refused to buy it, finally ended up with it. Haha.
I know patience is a hard thing, but like in this story, I knew if I kept putting that 12pk pack in the cooler, eventually somebody would buy it. I waited two whole weeks. Unfortunately, most things that require patience will take longer then two weeks, but don't worry. God's timing is perfect. If I sold that 12pk the same day someone broke the packaging I wouldn't have experienced the happiness I did when I finally sold it. The reward of sticking through that guys annoying comments and complaints paid off. It doesn't matter what you're waiting for, whether it is as small as waiting for someone to buy something, or as big as waiting for the person of your dreams, being patience is always worth it. So, stay strong and just... Just keep waiting. Just keep waiting. Just keep waiting.
4-31-2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Priorities
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| Pack of smokes. $3.26. Emergency, emergency. |
As this guy gives me two bags like this, he began to tell me how he hasn't worked for almost two weeks. He told me he works all the way in the city, which is at least 30 miles away. He said whenever his work calls him back, he won't even be able to get there. He has no gas money.
I'm sorry, but there are some things in life that I just don't understand, this right here is one of those things. He just spent $6.52 on cigarettes. Why the heck doesn't he just save up the $6.52 for gas? That's almost three gallons. I know that won't get him far, but that's at least a start. If he would have saved all that other money he wasted on cigarettes then he would have a whole lot more money for gas.
So many times I'll see situations like that at my job. So many broke adults will feed their addictions before they'll feed their kids. I can't even comprehend that. I've never had a true addiction, but I do understand addictions are a very powerful, but nothing is too powerful to be overcame.
It's a matter of priorities. Which is more important: Cigarettes, alcohol, and lottery, or gas money to drive to work, food to feed your family, etc.
05-11-2015
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