There’s a certain feeling I get when I see the long road of the neighbor’s road. It bring back memories of me playing on my bike as a child. Me and my buddies would race around and build ramps and pretend. Those are good memories. We would sometimes crash, and of course we would show off our scars and scrapes as badges of bravery and amazing strength. Those were the golden hours of growing up in my neighborhood. How about you?
Dear God, I need help getting my life back. my husband & i moved out of a drug infested neighborhood in nc to sc. We bought a 14 ft. mobilehome and everything seemed to be going great. I am a nurse and my husband has applied for disability. He has lost his eye in an automobile accident. I had applied for a great job and was doing my orientation when i started having severe back pain.i was in the er 3 times the week of christmas. I have a ruptured disc in my neck. i am going to have to have surgery on 1/22/09. . We have no more saving left. dr. bills due and we just found out my husband disability was denied. i can’t go back to work yet. and we are overdrafted our checking with less than a $1.00 in change. God all i am ask for is an suggestion on what to do we don’t want to die this way. AMEN.
janice from greer, sc