I never give much thought to how good I've got it, because let's face it I've got it good. I have a heavenly Father who gives me the best life I've ever lived and my struggle is so small compared to other people's.
Phil talked about comparing the other day, how we always compare up and if we are going to compare we should actually compare down.
I'm watching Shay struggle, I'm seeing her meet opposition at every turn, she doesn't even know how to be still and sit for a moment because she's so hell bent on making something happen and that's all part of her survival.
The other night some people stole some stuff from her so she called the police. The people who did this had warrants so they went to jail for more than what they'd done to her. The police detained her, for whatever reason and had her car impounded, a car she only has a bill of sale for, the woman the car was registered to is dead and her husband is in jail. In the process of all of this no one seems to know what happened to her pocket book, her brand new Galaxy 6 telephone, her medicine or her money. When she called the police to try and find out what happened to the stuff they asked her why she was even detained.
While she was gone the other day, to run an errand, she forgot to lock her unit and someone came along, without my even knowing it, which makes me mad because it's my job to protect stuff around here. They stole all her personal hygiene stuff, her make up and clothes. The guy who came and gave her a ride, so she could try to get her stuff back and make some money charged her $20 of the $28 she had for gas! Who does that?
I'm not comparing, my heart is breaking, I'm watching the world toss this person to and fro. I'm watching her try so hard and time and time again she's getting beat down.
She told me how her mother burnt her with cigarettes all over her body and I've seen the scars, how she was taken to the emergency room forty eight times in a year at the age of six and people kept turning a blind eye, no one stepped in to help this little girl who is being abused and burned and mistreated.
I'm friends with the woman she's become, I can't help but love her. She doesn't do drugs, I've never even seen her drink and she doesn't want to go back to the streets. She's doing everything she can to keep from doing what she knows she can do to make money.
I dropped her off this morning, to do her thing and there isn't even a bathroom there and we had to go to several places before she found one. All these gas stations with bathrooms but they won't let you use them.
I'm amazed at how mean the world is! It still surprises me when people are mean to me because it's just not my style.
My life is a cake walk compared to the life of my friend.
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