There is a auto body shop next to me..right next door. This is not only an auto body shop, but it is a home. A home to not one, but two families. They have their RVs parked right next to each other and right against the fence. They used to have a pool, but not anymore, it was gone as of yesterday. Now, they have a lot, a few cars, a tent, and two RVs. Night after night, the same thing happens: Someone doesn't want to go to bed or someone is upset with someone else. That is when the yelling and the screaming starts. And, I sit in my house, listening to it all and all I can think is how good I have it. I have a house that doesn't move. It is big enough for people to live in and not be sleeping on top of each other. I have a healthy relationship with my family where we aren't constantly swearing at each other. I don't have to live a life that is confined in a metal fence, but I get to live life. I grew up and had it so good. And as I sit there every night, I know that all I can do for those kids is pray. They have it hard...even if they do have good parents. Living life like that is not a way to grow up. Having no place to run around and living in one room of a moving home as your family, that is not a way to grow up. And on the other side of me, nothing. Abandoned house with no one, but a really nice man who mows the yard...he likes my car...he told me.
I have been blessed with a heart that breaks for people, but sometimes it is so hard to admit that it is a blessing.
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