Posts tagged hope

I have this huge goal to complete at least one random act of kindness a week for an entire year. Want to learn more? Scroll to the bottom for links. :)

I do apologize for taking so long to post a new one. I’ve been shuffling between 2 houses, work, and haven’t had much time to sit at a physical computer. I actually complete this random act the day after Week 12. That should give you an idea of how hectic it’s been. 

Any way, I went to go get breakfast on the way to church Sunday. I decided to get an Egg McMuffin. This isn’t the first time I’ve mentioned how much I love those things. They are amazing. 

I ordered myself one, but the woman misunderstood and put me down for two. They were two for three dollars. I didn’t mind paying for two, but had no idea who the second one would go to. As I left the drive thru I pondered that thought when I turned a corner and there sat a homeless man. 

He wasn’t asking for anything. He was just sitting with his backpack. It’s funny how God has a way of letting things fall into place. There was a reason for the extra food. It was meant for that very man.

I rolled down the window and asked if he would like some breakfast. “How did you know I was hungry?” I told him I didn’t know, and I just felt the want to give him that food. 

He then starts talking to me. Saying he wanted to know how he could get a woman like me. He said, “I had it all once you know. I lost it all. There aren’t no pretty women that would give a guy like me a chance.”

I smiled and just told him to pray that God would lead him on a path that would help him get to where he needed to be in life. I told him God had surely blessed him and that it would all be ok eventually.

He said, “You’re right and God bless you.”

I bless him right back and headed to church.

It wasn’t even planned. This act fell right into my lap.

It’s that easy though. There is SO much you can do to help your community and man kind. It doesn’t even have to cost you a dime. Just help how you can.

The idea/Week One // Week 2 // Week 3 // Week 4 // Week 5 // Week 5 (Part 2) // Week 6 // Week 7 // Week 8 // Week 9 // Week 10 // Week 11 // Week 12 

Thanks to the HOPE bullshit that happened here in lovely GA, I don’t get to go to school this semester. Well, they started back last week. In order to go, I would have to pay out of pocket. If not paid by Wednesday, you are automatically dropped from the classes. 

Well, I think they effin forgot to drop my classes because my teachers are emailing assignments. Which leads me to wonder… when do you get penalized for not having a class dropped? I can’t afford a lower GPA. I need HOPE. I need money. 

I have to call in the morning and find out what the eff I’m supposed to do. What’s going to happen? I fucking hate southern crescent. They suck big fat donkey cock. 

On top of that, today was one of the longest of my life. I started cleaning first thing (8am), and didn’t finish until 630. Granted you can cut out time for eating, bathroom, and driving to get the kids from school. Best part? I didn’t finish everything either. I was to tired. I was to tired to go to the gym. That is serious tired. 

I hate when I don’t get gym time. Gym makes me happy. I would still be there right now, and I don’t like going this late. Terrified of being raped/murdered/kidnapped.

I’m tired, but now I can’t sleep. Thanks to stress. Fuck.

I’m stressed, and I really shouldn’t be. Oh well. Gotta keep my head up. I’m beautiful, strong, and blessed. Devil ain’t gonna take my shine. 

Oh Valentines day…

For 19 years (i’m 21 by the way), I have not had a Valentine. Technically this year I do have a valentine… He’s just 700+ miles away. I don’t get to celebrate today though. It’s kind of sad thinking about it. My facebook news feed is filled with pictures of things people received and love love love shit. Any other time, I would want to vomit at this lovey dovey banter. However, this year it’s different. 

I never got jealous of people at valentines day. I was just like oh cool, you got a stuffed animal that you will probably tear apart when he breaks your heart. Have fun with that. Nice vase full of roses, they’ll be dead in less than a week. When I was in high school I had a boyfriend who bought me roses and a stuffed gorilla. Our romantic dinner? Taco Bell. Therefore, I never really cared about this day.

This year, Ron is my valentine. While that’s fine and dandy, he’s so far. While everyone else is celebrating with their significant other, I have to wait. This means I have to hear everyone gush about how great their day was and have nothing to show how great mine was. Don’t get me wrong. I got to talk to him. That made me happy. I just have to wait for my gift. That sucks. I’m impatient.

So i’ll admit, i’m a bit envious at the moment. That’s what sucks about long distance. I’ll never get to see him on every holiday. We aren’t together yet, but this weekend will determine that.

So while I was having my little pity party today, I realized i’ll have a better valentines than most people do. A man that loves me is paying for me to fly out to where he lives. He’s picking me up at the airport. I get to spend an entire weekend with him. I have a gift waiting for me. I’ll get to wake up next to him. I’ll get to admire those sweet kisses and moments most couples take for granted. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and I know now how true it is. The fact that I don’t get to see him everyday sucks. However, it also shows that we truly care for one another. We could go off and do whatever, but we take the time to talk to each other almost everyday. 

Saturday, i’m jumping on a plane to tell a man I love him. A man who I KNOW loves me. Even if we don’t spend eternity with each other, even if things don’t work out to where we live the american dream, he’ll always have a place in my heart. This weekend will open up doors for us, and will close them for others. I just pray that the good Lord will do his will. I pray that his will is that I’ve found the man who I can spend the rest of my life with. We’ll see….