Although I am about to beg for money from the fine folks of internet world, I am also going to explain why I’m a winner in the process. Yes, a winner. A begging winner albeit, and a hopefully unique one. Thank you for listening to my crazy little love horror story.
When I was 14, I took a walk that drastically changed my life. What was supposed to be the safety of friends turned into pure evil. The courts called their acts “heinous in nature” and sentenced the leader to 80 years in prison. When I tried to get other girls to come forward, they wouldn’t. They spit at me, threw paper balls, and pitched wet wads of toilet paper at me while calling me vulgar names. Several teachers saw this behavior and upon making genuine eye contact with me, shut their doors. I vowed to be a teacher then and there.
That didn’t quite happen.
I became a wandering hippie.
An angry addict.
Lots of counseling.
Grabbed my beautiful soul back.
Then I got pregnant. Bless that boy. He’s 20 now. Graduated. Great job. Great rent house. Great fiancé. He saved my life by joining my wonderful world. His labor was very hard due to injuries sustained years before.
I met a man I already knew all my lost youth; a best friend. This best of the best is my husband of 17 years. He encouraged me to be more, so I went to college. Obviously not to make a lot of money because here I am, begging.
Second and last terrifying birth brings my beautiful daughter. I drove two hours to college every other day. Sometimes, every day and still maintaining baseball, that precious baby, dinner, happiness, and true love.
We bought a house. A mobile home that we had moved to land my husband’s family owned. Then my grandmother passed away. I inherited her house but not the land because of some lifelong nonsense between her and my Aunts. While we were away saving my grandmother’s home, some stole all our belongings or broke them. They dug up our ground wire and smashed all the windows. The police never followed up. My in-laws kept the property and bought our trailer. Unfortunately, they paid in small payments for 10 years, not giving any substantial money.
We’ve been in this home for 10 years. It’s falling apart and I can’t live in someone else’s world anymore.
However, I am a teacher now! A good one they say. I have been a teacher for 8 years. I am called the “Queen of Diversity” because of my ability to relate to hard knox youngsters. They are really just confused and upset little souls, often with good reason, who are just trying to make it. I get it. I truly do, but I also expect respect and effort. My classes are always overfilled, so I guess whatever I do works. Ironically, fate led me to middle school which is the age that changed my life. I love it! I teach art, and as hinted above, life.
My daughter is the top of her class, an amazing artist, a kind soul, and a brilliant mind. My husband too. He works hard, but we just can’t get on top of something we couldn’t handle to begin with. The house is failing and they built a turnpike out our back window. We didn’t receive any substantial money because my Aunt in the city owns the land. I could feel the love.
Now that you know my tragically fabulous story, I will disclose my epic beg. I found a home, in a neighborhood, in a cute town! It’s only 99,000 but we need 30,000 down. I’m begging for thirty thousand, yes. I’m also begging for two artists to be able to bring joy to neighborhoods with holiday fun! An art teacher who fought her fanny off for a life of love and her beloved artist daughter! (My husband is not artsy but he supports us!) I’m begging for a chance for my daughter to make memories in a neighborhood. She’s never lived in a neighborhood and I know she’d love it! The library is within walking distance as well as her school. I’m begging for freedom from the choices of others. It’s your choice now. Thank you for your time and consideration. Thank you for listening to my little horror love story.
A Teacher with Love ❤️