Dial Tone- "Nice" blog for you...

[vixensghost]

Here are some true life words for you, DT.

"Nice" was a kind of cocoon that wrapped around my brother, sister and I as children. It protected me from the outside world. My contacts with adults were all nice. It was a warm , fuzzy feeling. Of course, the flipside, the other side is it took longer for me than most kids to realize that the world does not always work that way, that the world can be shitty, harsh and very unforgiving.

I now look into the eyes of kids and women daily who are homeless. Not in the sense that they do not have a home, they do. It's just that they can't go home. See, they got a busted home life, a place where their hubby or boyfriend beat the shit outta them. They end up on our doorstep lookin for a warm, fuzzy, safe place to lay their head without fear of a fist or a gun.

Damn, it's not "nice" when you gotta turn 'em away because you're full for the night. No more room at the Inn. Warm, fuzzy fellin kinda puts a real frickin damper on your day. Spend hours on the phone looking for some, ANY, shelter to take them in for the night. No, it's no being "nice", it's what my daddy called being "decent" and "loving". I hope I never forget my daddy's voice.

Anyhoo, like I said yesterday,real life words, even if it's in a blog.

 

[Dial_tone]

Wow. My dad was in the military while I was growing up and i'm sure ther were times we didn't have much money. I don't ever recall feeling poor though.

I do what I can when I can but only for those that appear to really be in need...tough to tell in a city full of fakers like L.A.

Great post as always.

 

[vixensghost]

You were an Army brat?heheh

I hear you on the fake people. I bet LA has them a dime a dozen.
Funny, real life would kill 'em.

Have a fantastic weekend. Keep it real 24/7.

 

[Bikini Mod]

Well Ms Vixenbabe... I am so pleased to see you back.

I read DT's blog and I have to say it was entertaining and thought-provoking.

Homelessness.... something that both I (I was homeless in Paris for near two weeks. Learned a lot about myself, the world and people though it is not an experience that I would want for my children) and my husband... he left home at 16 and yea, was homeless but still made an amazing life.

You know... there is so much that I would LOVE to brag on my husband about to peeps. They would be shocked at the strength of his character, the degree of his loyalty and selflessness... there are few men that could handle what he willingly takes on his shoulders on a daily basis.

His shoulders are indeed broad and strong. I know that as long as he is alive, I can never fall.