It is 4am, and like they often do in movies; I want to flash back in time for just one day, if that is okay. Yesterday I was really scared about life. I kissed my two dogs, and went into town to make some stuff happen for us. I was excited, doing something about your problems helps take away some of the fear.
I came back home, proud now in front of my dogs. I came back with food, dog food, and a new phone. So now I can get a job with my new phone number. I told the lady at the food stamp office when she gave me this food stamp card, that I want to know her name and write it down. I am taking names of the people who help me, and she smiled and said her name was Deira. I fumbled with the pen, stalled long as I could, and she noticed this and spelled her name out for me.
My new neighbor's name is Willy, and he let me use his ladder a few days ago. I just moved here, and I live in a 1972 Airstream RV. It is like time traveling, each and every time I enter the door. So when I got home with my new food, I noticed him and said hello. He mentioned that he was out of cokes, and bread, and seemed stressed with his job. I remembered all of what he just said to me, and not but a hour later I showed up at his door with a coke, bread, and a little research I just did for him about getting this new job that I found. He is a home mover, and he only works a few hours a day. How can a job hire someone for just a few hours each day. So I took over that responsibility and wanted to make my new friend a furniture mover instead of a home mover. I figure it will be more hours, and hence he will be treated with some respect. I want good neighbors, and our employees seem to not care about those things.
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