Wednesday, August 4, 2010
She was trying to muster the courage to open her eyes, telling herself it was only a reflection but still a fear resided deep within. “This is crazy,” she thought. “Open your eyes, you have nothing to fear.” With that she slammed open her eyes and in the same instance saw the date flashing back at her. Oh what a difference a year makes or does it?
This time one year ago, I was recovering from another depressing situation that had transpired in my life, when the train just missed its stop. The depression train just kept on rolling and I became a statistic, a number you only hear about on the evening news, I became an unemployed American.
After picking myself up, several months later, I began to realize many things about being unemployed. It was not as you might think and goodness lies' where you may chose to look. “What is so good about being unemployed,” you might ask?
You learn very quickly to make conscious decisions. Once the depression has faded and it does, you then tackle living with the unknown. This is where you are educated about conscious decisions. It is a conscious choice to be yellow or blue, happy or sad; I chose yellow.
You begin to find value in those things that, when employed, always seemed to take a back seat. The simple, no money can buy things; like a sunrise or a dog’s endless devotion. You begin to see the wonder right outside your own window. That gentle word of encouragement, that simple act of kindness, all seem to go straight to your heart.
It is very humbling when you can offer very little and must rely on family and friends. It also allows one to realize we are not alone and if you find someone who is, change it. Though your last name may not be “Trump” you still have the ability to give and receive.
In the past year I have been educated to the fact I am exactly where I am suppose to be. I no longer fear the unknown; I have placed that fear in much bigger hands than mine. That though I do not have a lot, I still can give and that what I give will come back two fold.
That sometimes when you buy a ticket a safe passage in not guaranteed and that you must empty your pockets to board the train. Though I purchased my ticket, I have no idea to where, it is a mystery journey and I’m still learning to empty those pockets.