(yay. I get to type all this sh*t AGAIN!!)
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For the past 16 years my family has lived in a trailer.

For the past 16 years we've lived amoungst piles and piles of junk.

For the past 16 years my mother has told us that "God will get us out of here" or "God will get us a house, someday".

NO!

God is NOT going to get us a house!
God is NOT going to get us out of here!

Yes. We've established that we have faith in our god, but NOTHING is going to change unless we put some faith in ourselves!

What do we expect to get from just waiting for God to magically change our lives?
God is not going to help us, unless we put the effort to help ourselves first!

Yes! There will be sacrifices. We may have to go without some of our "oh so important" luxuries that we have now.
- but don't you think it will be worth it?

Take this analogy for example:
A bare-footed man in a cave comes to a split in his path. To his left is a tunnel with a smooth surface that leads into darkness. To his right is a tunnel with a rigged surface that leads upward into a far away light.
Since the man has no shoes, he decides to take the left path, looking for an easier way. Now he becomes lost, and by the time he finds his way back to the jagged path, he has no energy left to climb it.


This is how I feel about all of this.

I realize that life will be tough once we start to work towards that goal, but the longer we wait more this place is going to kill us.

Yes. It may not seem like it, but this place and the way we live is KILLING US, both inside and out.

So, if you're not with me when I say, "Lets get the f*ck out of this hole!" then you're on your own,

Cuz then I'll know that you have no will to make your lives better, and theres nothing I can do to help.

To my family.


-Shel