I am a single mother of two boys, and am a nursing assistant. I have two sisters and two brothers. My father was killed in a bar fight when I was five. My mother is living and well with her new husband. People say that my attitude towards others is nasty, but like I tell them you just have to know me to know that that is just me. I am very funny and keep a smile on a person’s face. I am the most giving person you will ever meet. I would help my worst enemy out if they needed it.
I am writing today because I give everybody my all. When I have money and they need it I give it to them no matter what the reason. I do a lot for a lot of people and all I ask in return is if I ever get in a situation where I need help all I want you to do is help me out. I have had a lot of situations happen and I was left standing alone. The thing is I continued to help everybody out. I have done this time and time again. Then when my situation gets too bad I end up having to turn to god to rectify what I got started. Is it my fault that I look out for people who can’t have my back when I’m down? I enjoy helping others and I have never had a problem doing so. I just get a rush of enjoyment knowing they can depend on me, but when I am in need I just can’t seem to find anyone out there. It’s like I am standing in a deserted field waiting for help. Sometimes I ask myself ... Does god hate me? I struggle on a daily basis to work and go to school. I feel like I can’t catch a break. My motto is “push ... and pray ‘til something happens.” Does god not hear me? Does he not see the good in me?
