Takers

Takers
You cannot tell "takers" that they are entitled to take.  I hear all the time that you should give back.  I believe in giving, but you have to be careful with "takers".  They take until there is nothing else left.  they take until you are in the same position as they are.  When they are done taking, you become nothing, because you have nothing else to give.  I can remember a time when someone blessed me.  They gave, but I had the sense to make sure that they did not give again.  I did not want to be in that position again.  Another person in my life was a taker.  She took what you had and when you had nothing else to give, she still took.  She died as a "taker".  Sometimes, the taker does not realize that they are a taker because they  gave away their opportunities.  These folks weren't handed a hard knock life, they volunteered for one.  You can't tell me that we don't know crack cocaine is not addictive, or that having a baby without a job or husband is risky business.  We know, but those who volunteered for the position now want givers to help them out.  You can't tell these people that they are entitled to take.  Givers must understand who they are giving to.  You have the right to give where you want to give.  Give to those who fell in the ditch not jumped in the ditch.  Give to those who are victims and not volunteers.  Give to those who are hopeless, not to those who gave up their hope.  At any cost, avoid Takers.

The Promised Land

Sometimes, I marvel at how immature my mind was or how much I learn after I thought I had learned enough.  I so desperately want to leave.  Leaving is something that is always on my mind.  It is the impending sense that something else is waiting for me at the end of the rainbow.  If I just can make some steps to place myself in the land of my dreams, then my dreams will come true.  I feel inhibited by the constraints of an ordinary life, and I have nothing but contempt for those who just go to work and come home.  I also understand that all I ever wanted was ordinary.  I dreamed of living in a normal home with a normal husband and normal children.  It is actually the first dream I had.  In reality, I had a sick mother, an absent father, a sea of pedophiles for relatives and everyone I knew was broke.  When I got old enough to ask, I asked about the existence of this place in my dreams.  Many wanted same thing but, they weren't there either.  We all were sojourners on the way to the promised land.  I learned that even " The Promised Land" will have giants and Hittites.  No place is coming without it's issues.  No church will be perfect.  No school will be perfect.  No one will have a carefree life.  Somehow, I think that when I get up the road a piece, I will see the sun shining right where I am and realize that I was there the whole time.