When I quit teaching, I resigned. I knew when I left that it was my decision.
The other day, I found out that my father, a factory worker for over thirty years, got his notice of termination. Sigh...
I'm going to admit to something. When I was a kid, my family lived through the '80's recession. There were times when we lived on fried bologna sandwiches. Am I complaining? Not a bit. I learned the value of hard work, the agony of losing what you love, and the thrill of doing something on your own. There were a few Christmas mornings that weren't overflowing, but it makes the holidays more special now.
Still, it's a sad day when the laborers who keep this country running aren't able to .
Maybe I'll turn this into a story. Might make a poignant romance, how a couple can survive even when the chips are down.
Then again, I might just file this away for later.
It's raining pretty hard outside and I'm at a bit of a stuck point, so I might just turn up the tunes and think through my next story idea.