no hiding place
I graduated from college in the late 70's. Ever since then I have not known the meaning of the word unemployment; I chose where to work.
Recently my three year contract with a non-profit ended, was not renewed and I found myself "on the streets of of my city in Virginia. At first it seemed as though I could easily find the next job around the corner. A series of events made it difficult for me to go out to look for work.
During this time bills have gone unpaid, including the mortgage. Recently I joined the statistics ... over two million homes have been foreclosed ... I know the feeling. I have faced so many setbacks in a period of four months. It caused me to sit up one night to admit, Just when I thought I had reached the bottom, something else happens to remind me the bottom is not yet.
Losing a job, family health insurance, property, and all the challenges one faces due to lack of income, seemed to be the end with no hiding place; but, is not the end of the world. There is hope. There is another time, a true end of things. It is not yet.
Life has to go on. During a time of crisis and systems failure one has to look ahead in life, search out opportunities. I see mine every day. I see what lies ahead, if I can only persevere. I forget what lies behind. I miss the big money the non-profit used to pay me. I miss the big office space that was my office and I miss the big title, Manager, that used to embrace my official title.
Living on this side of life has reminded me truly to value what is absolutely necessary in life. I am grateful for the experience. As a someone said to me recently, being in this place also shows you who is your friend indeed.
Anyone felt what I am talking about? §