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#778165 added March 21, 2013 at 2:53am
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March 21, 2013: Write about a moment in your life when you had to "step up" and do something, even though perhaps you didn't want to.



         


         I really do not know how to write this one. So it took so much of my night trying to scan my life to find places where I did have the guts to stand up for something.


         


         So with Borderline Boundary Disorder, I decided to find a time that I should have stepped up, didn't, and changed my life forever.





         I was newly divorced raising three children. They should have been my priority, but my mind was everywhere at the same time. When I was not at work, you would not find me with my children. I worked every over time hour that I could. When I could not work my usually 16 hour days, I found something away from my real world that I could.





         One morning, I got ready at 4:00 am to drive drive to the next county to my job. My oldest child wakes up. She grabs on to me. “Momma, please stay home.”





         With tears in my eyes, I pried her from my body. I drove to work. During work, I got a phone call. It was a young man that wanted me to bring him a fifth of whiskey.





         This is where I should have stepped up and said “No!” Said it is an understatement, I should have screamed it and slammed down the phone. I should have gone home after work.





         However, in my mind someone needed me. There was always someone or something that needed except a husband. I did not see how much the children did.





         I went to my friend. I bought the cheep drink from the money out of my own pocket. Money that could have been used for my children. Then drove to a place where I did not know anyone.


         


         Long story shortened as much as I can. He stole my keys. I knew he was drunk. I waited an hour, and called him. The first call there was no answer. The next there was a voice was one that I did not know.





         It was a police officer. I lost my job, my friend, and have never seen him again.





         That was many years ago, but I still dream of my job nearly every night.





         I may some day learn to step up with the prayers of those who know and love me. Shoot those who I love learn how to use I N (Impossible No) to get what they want.
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