I’m sorry about this post but the writer in me screams to put the story to paper.
Another wounded fell last night.
On the ten o’clock news, the anchor man reported a man shot and killed his wife and two young children. It seems his wife lost her job recently; they’d filed for bankruptcy and had already taken out several loans to survive. They lived in a house worth $300, 000. The reporter then added, “If you know anyone who is talking about suicide, take them directly to your nearest mental health center.”
I turned to my husband and said, “Yeah. Right.”
Mondays are supposedly the day most people die from heart attacks. The stress of going back to work after a nice weekend. Consider the stress of waking up and having no place to go.
The construction giant fell first here in Florida. It shut down fast and hard leaving countless families scrambling to find some means of employment in an area where the competition is tough enough already. Yesterday, my husband spoke or visited with three former co-workers—all former executives in the construction industry.
All over the age of fifty.
The first man hasn’t even been on an interview in two years since his job loss. His wife has been able to keep her job but he spends his days playing house husband. Yesterday he said if he had a gun he’d shoot himself.
The next man said he watches TV all day after searching the job markets. His sixty-some year old wife is taking a course to work in a hospital while he sits up until two in the morning unable to sleep. They had to apply for food stamps for the first time in their lives. And now he might be able to get a low-paying job up north but he doesn’t know what to do with his house as you can’t give them away here.
The third man was working at our neighbor’s house when we arrived home last evening. He was installing satellite dishes. He used to be my husband’s boss. Now he makes $50 a clip for each one he does. No benefits. His own vehicle. And his wife waitresses to keep them going.
Hope is dying here and I don’t know how to keep it alive. Or even help the others.
I’m sure you've said before "if we ever lost our jobs, we’d just go get anything to survive." We said that too. But what if that anything isn’t available? What if you are in competition with thousands of other desperate individuals?
And my mother wonders why I haven’t called in a month.
Again forgive me. But there is big chunk of American people hurting out there. A new sector of people who haven't a clue how to survive. And they are taking the only way out they see left to stop the hurt.
Please reach out to your neighbor, your family member, your relative who is in a similar situation. I'm sure you know someone around you.
On the surface—they'll tell you everything is manageable. Trust me. They lie to save face.
And even if they know Jesus, remember, Satan is still out there wreaking havoc wherever he can.
Please reach out to someone you know today before it’s too late. Before you hear about them on the ten o'clock news.