...has anyone ever worked a late night/very early morning shift (say, a 10pm-3am type thing) at a fast food place like McDonalds or Taco Bell, or a 24-hour sit-down restaurant such as Denny's? If so, what was your experience?
I already have a job but am considering taking a second one, but it would need to be a late-night job like that and unfortunately, there aren't that many places open that late, and my savings account is very desperate for money.
Today, if you are a taxpayer or have donated to charities, I am thankful for you.
Three years ago, I was at the end of my rope. Suffering from a painful back injury, incapacitating clinical depression, and from a relapse into drugs and alcohol that I had left years before, I became homeless and unable to care for anything, even myself.
Fortunately, I live in a society that does give and gives richly. For the first couple of months of my life on the streets, it was your money that paid for the basic essentials which kept me alive. I ate at the food lines, and stayed in the missions. When I became sick, I got treated up at Harborview. You paid for that too.
When I got clean and sober again, I had to go on assistance. The depression and the back injuries made me completely incapable of working any kind of job. You paid me enough to take care of my basic essentials and to get the medical attention and medicine I needed for both my back and my mind. You paid for the social worker I met with once a week who set weekly goals for me to begin getting back on my feet and back into the society that you live in, the ones who contribute. You paid for my stay at first at the better mission through a voucher program, and you paid for me to stay at a transitional housing program for several months until I could save enough of the money you had given me to move back into a permanent home. You paid for my food the entire time I went through this.
It was a lot of work. I was one of the fortunate ones, with a family that did contribute to my healing emotionally and financially as best that they could. It was a time in my life that I do not want to remember, do not want to talk about. It also was not cheap for you. You did with less so that I could get better, and eventually get well.
It was three years ago that it started, and so much has changed. My back has healed, my depression treated and under control. I work full time, and I live in my own apartment which I pay for. I am a taxpayer, and I am a donator. I am a contributing member of society. I am this because of you, because you invested in me during that horrible year.
I have debated about posting this. The further one gets from what I lived and where I came from, the less one wants to remember, much less admit to. There is shame. We get better, because of you, and we disappear. But today I feel a debt of gratitude, and I want you to know, I want you to see and feel, that your contribution and your investments work. It worked for me, and it works for hundreds like me.
It is not just me that you helped. My son will be leaving home soon, off to college. He does so with a father that he got back. Because of you.
So, tonight when I sit down to eat with my family, I will be saying a prayer of thanks for you and what you did for me.
Thank you, and happy Thanksgiving.
Retail Hell/Black Friday starts in about 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Anyone going to hit the stores at midnight and/or stand in line til they open at the crack of dawn?
I hear Best Buy is going to be selling a 42" HD Plasma on sale for $999...