Survivors
At first, I was not considered or given the time of day.
I was very disappointed for being treated in such a way.
I requested a little consideration, to enter their conversation.
I had more experience and qualifications for that top position.
They thought about me, conversed about me, and then said "No".
No, because they had other ideas for that spot, and it did not include me.
I was okay with that, because at least I had demanded their respect.
Perhaps to appease me, I was given a token position and a title.
I gave it my best shot, but it just didn't fit and within a year, I quit.
Filled with faith and self-respect but no job, I didn't worry; I'm a survivor.
No money, no food, no welfare line, but I found a job to become a baker.
New job, a nice apartment, a nice car; my wife and baby; we were survivors.
God made me this way, and I give Him much praise for seeing me and my
family through the hard times of our early years. Make no mistake about it,
those early years of struggle and toil build strength, gratitude, and character.
Such adversities also prepare us for the latter years.
08302017PS
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