singularname
If you think people are “lucky in life” because they have a house, a job, and health insurance, think the freak again! I’m working 60 to 80 hours a week three years into a five-year cancer sentence. And I was disgusted during my years of homelessness, with a toddler, then living in a motel, my car, and finally a crap room on Capitol Hill–disgusted to ask a woman with three kids about getting an apartment in her brandnew complex, with laundry, playground, and community, and discovering I wouldn’t qualify for the $115 a month rent since, you know, I was figuring out how to sell crap at the Fremont Market to pay my bills while living in the 1920s “charmer room” with cockroaches and no heat.
Folks need to really–REALLY–get out of any comfort zone to overcome truly miserable times in their lives. You need to start hustling, if not with your body then with your mind, and if on the Internet then not every day on a forum, and start helping yourselves instead of holding your breath for laws and other crap to save you and then moaning then being so self-righteous and dramatic on here about it when it doesn’t come your way.
And I hope with all your “health care-or-die” conditions, you HAVE taken the time to seriously contemplate your impending death, whether sooner or later. I have. And I figured out I’m not an iota more special than the billions who’ve gone before me.