I’ve had nothing but bad luck for months. I spent months working on a big bid for a website and lost it by a teeny margin even though I was the low bidder. I had one large contract cancelled 6 months ago, and one that got moved up until April, both because the client changed the schedules. I’ve been waiting on numerous government contracts that won’t happen until Congress decides to pass a budget. They have been running the government on resolutions since FY2007. A budget for FY2009 appears unlikely, since they can’t even decide on health care reform. I laid myself off in May and things just keep going downhill. I am working harder and for longer hours than I ever have, looking for jobs for my businesses and sending out resumes.
I have decided that God has a really warped sense of humor. He’s connected me with people who are establishing several charter schools and that’s been very positive. I feel very passionate and enthusiastic about the opportunity to help economically disadvantaged children and make a difference in the inner city.
But bad luck just keeps hanging around. God apparently doesn’t think I need money to live on. At first, I thought that this was a learning experience — that I had grown complacent about having money and privileges and needed to learn how to live without things that I can’t take to heaven. I am surviving on credit cards and a paltry unemployment check, and I will have to declare bankruptcy once my credit card balance goes much higher. That’s okay. I could live without my house if there was only me. But I have one deaf incontinent Great Dane, two deaf and blind Great Danes, two other dogs, and 5 cats. With the increasing overpopulation of homeless animals (worsening every day because of the economy), I know the fate of my dogs. There’s no one to take them, so they would end up euthanized if I lost my house.
My new vision is of me wandering the streets with my purple coat wrapped tight around me, a tin cup for donations, and trailing behind are three white Great Danes and two smaller dogs. Following behind them are five cats in a line. We trail through the streets, meandering around public places asking for handouts, and sleep in a doorway to keep out of the rain. The cats sleep on top of my head and the dogs wrestle for the best spot next to me. At least I would no longer have to worry about keeping a diaper on the dog. Guess there are blessings!
