A blink of an eye...

Here it is the morning before Christmas. Many folks are doing last minute shopping preparing for tomorrow. I'm in bed having coffee and watching Tomb Raider. Unlike many, I work up at 2am in a panic, wondering what to do and how I will muster up the courage to make it through another day without spiraling down that wicked path of negativity. Hope is all I have to show God that I am worthy of his blessings and deserving of help. Unlike Chase bank who last week decided not to give me a modification on my mortgage because they feel I am hiding money. Just when I thought I could see the light at the end of this dark tunnel, I now realize it was just my imagination. I am sick of this struggle. I am sick of mean and self-serving, scared people. I guess this is the end of my dreams of success. I've applied for more jobs this year than I have in my entire life. Today, right now, I cannot tell you what the future holds for me. All I know is I will give it my best even if I must live on the street.

Sure, Merry Christmas.