rekrapshyguy Posted March 24, 2007 Share Posted March 24, 2007 Will my family die as pathetic white trash, or will God be actually kind and keep away this ghastly, seemingly imminent plague of living Hell? September 15th, 2006, two days before his grandson’s 18th birthday, my grandfather fired his own son, my dad. He just completely cut off his pay that day. The reason he fired my dad is complicated, but my dad had done absolutely nothing wrong. The “crime” had only been a product from my grandfather’s twisted, megalomaniac mind. My dad, being the optimistic man that he is, lifted himself off the ground, wiped off the dirt, and began to look for another job. As far as I know, not once did he sit there feeling sorry for himself about the fact that his own dad, whom my dad had spent the bulk of his life working for, had disowned him. He never looked back, but only gazed foreword. Eventually, my dad found a very promising job. He was hired to be the head builder of a fast-growing city known as Mansfield. But before he could even receive his first paycheck, he was let off. He had no job. We had no income. That happened in January… its been nearly four months since then, and the situation hasn’t changed. In those four months, my dad, of course, has still not given up. He has desperately been trying to launch his own business. The only problem? He doesn’t have enough money to properly get his name into the public. But he has gotten one job. These clients of his are willing to pay $10,000 for my dad to remodel their house. But here’s another problem… it takes time before he can get the money and start their job. And we can’t afford time. As of right now, we have, in total, only about $10,000. Each month, we have to pay approximately $7,000 on necessary expenses – food, water, gas, electricity, our cars, our house, etc. March has already been paid fore. But by the end of April, if that remodeling job hasn’t started, everything I have ever known is going to dramatically change for the worse. Forget filing bankruptcy, we won’t be to afford it. We will have to sell my beloved house – the house I have spent 13 years of my life growing up in. If we are lucky, (which as you can kinda’ guess, that’s the last thing we are), we will be able to buy a trailer and live in a trailer park. My mom will have to find job at some place like IHOP, while my dad will have to abandon his business dream and work at somewhere such as Home Depot. As for myself, my future will be shattered before it even begins. College? Ha… don’t make me laugh. Completely out of the question. My life won’t just his rock bottom; it will fall through it. Suicide will look increasingly inviting. And no doubt my mom will kill my (It feels disgusting to call him “my”) grandfather and then herself. Our only hope? That sole remodeling job must get started. And my dad has absolutely zero control over weather that will happen or not. It is in the hands of his clients. And they are having a hard time deciding on whether to initiate it or not. If they don’t? Well, I might as well just pop a bullet into my brain right now. Because without a future, there is no point in living. Link to comment
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