I read something about a girl in the paper. She was a foster care kid who;d aged out of the system. She's just 19 and has had some hard hard knocks. I found myself reading about her, and I almost cried. She's trying so hard to be strong and do the right thing, working two jobs, trying to get into college, but life can be so hard, especially for a 19 year old. I was so sorry for her and so proud of her for being able to say "I'm scared and lonely" while still pushing forward, I wanted to rescue her. Local readers gave her $1000 to buy her a little 1992 Tercel so she could get to her jobs, but nobody ever taught her how to take care of a car, and she forgot to change the oil, and the car is having problems.
I had to put the paper away from me because I couldn't control how badly I wanted to help. I have no money. But if I did, I would find her and help her get a reliable car and then show her myself how to take care of it. Girl to girl. I wasn't a mechanic for nothing.
The kindness of strangers towards her touched me profoundly. It's been the very thing that's been the difference between drowning and remaining afloat for us too.
And to see Sean Combs bitching about having to ride first class because gas prices make private jets too expensive?? You don't want to know what I was thinking at that moment. Jerk.
I hate it that I can't rescue everyone who needs it, and that I can't slap people who have no sense of suffering or hardship. I hate not having the means to enact the changes I so badly want.
eNFJ 4w3 sx/so 468 tritype
EII-Fi subtype, Ethical/Empath, Delta/Beta
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