My retirement dream
by Sharol Rasmussen
Dear Pat and friends,
I'm sorry about my last article, that I sent to you. It sounded so hopeless, soooo sad. I realize now, however, that I'm the dummy that let my kids take advantage of me, and everyone else under the sun. I can't even go by a cat or dog that needs help, little kids, I turn to mush. I know I have issues of helping anyone at anytime, but now I must learn to help myself.
After selling my lakefront home one and a half years ago, and being homeless more or less, just renting. I'm now renting a room from a friend for $200 per month US, and am looking for small, cheap houses.
This is what I did to myself, and I don't even have a thanks to show for it....The last straw, however, was me recently helping my bother who couldn't afford to fix his truck to hopefully get a job, so I gave him, my mom, and nephew $1000 for Christmas, and to fix his truck. This is endless for me.
I also do things that don't cost me any money, but gas money. I have a younger friend with a 4 year old autistic son, who had no gas or food. I gave her $50, all I had in my wallet, and found a food bank, with turkey fixings and all, and she sat stunned for 30 minutes because no one has ever done anything kind for her in her life.
That act made me feel good. I feel like Robin Hood, taking from the rich to give to the poor, although I'm not stealing anything.
Her husband left her because of her son, and she wasn't making the big money that she used to because of the depression we're all in, so she's going through a divorce....She said this was the first time they would have a turkey for Thanksgiving, instead of chicken. That made my day.
If I can find a happy medium things would be much better for me. The good thing is I'm a disabled Vet, if that's good or not, I at least get free healthcare, I also use Medicare here in the states, because I have many weird health issues. I get some income from that, and am a disabled teacher and get income from that, but in this time of sorrows, I could lose the money at any time, and I will have no income.
I've had two knee replacements, have issues with my brain, and can't do much of anything, except write, on a good day.
I must start appreciating the things I can still do, the sunsets I can still see, the children with their happy faces, their passion for the future. I can be negative and feel sorry for myself, or be positive. The choice is mine. I'm a work in process.....