I have long believed that suicide weekend would be brought upon us, not by pedophiles being afraid of being outed, but by the destruction of the fiat dollar. People, good and bad, losing their life savings that they slaved for their whole lives. People who don't understand what truly is important in life. I saw a post last night of a wife concerned of how her black pilled husband would react to losing everything, and it saddened me. We have been slaves for too long. We have lost what it means to live. We are not in control of what's around us, but we are in control of ourselves, and how we react to life's adversities.
I learned that lesson the hard way. Some may remember from previous posts that I lost my wife 6 years ago to breast cancer. She was 33 when diagnosed and passed at 38; my son was 10. She was given 2 months to live, and by the grace of God we got 5 relatively good years to make memories for him. None of us are really in control, and during that time of life I was made well aware of that. Control is an illusion and we just have to be prepared, mentally and physically, to deal with what obstacles life lays in front of us. A test of faith and fortitude.
I've almost been bankrupted due to medical bills and felt the weight of that for 5 years. It was a weight that heavily burdened my wife. We spent our life's savings and college saving fighting her cancer, and she was always worried about how it would affect us after she was gone. We had life insurance on me, but not on her, so she knew it was going to be a struggle. I made that promise and dug myself out of a hole financially. Live in a small house, don't vacation much. Don't spend money on frivolous stuff. I save every cent I can of her death benefit for him. I don't care about losing all the money I have saved, I just care about the promise I made to my wife that I would, no matter what, get my son to and through college. I have for the past 6 years saved and sacrificed as much as I could so he would have around $100,000.00 ( I know it's still not enough) by the time he graduates high school. He wants to be a nurse, a police officer, or a high school history teacher and wrestling coach. All professions which have affected him deeply in his life journey. All professions he would excel at. It would crush me to not be able to keep that promise. But I know we would survive it.
I know his feet are grounded. I know that no matter what life brings him, he has the strength to fight through it. He once told me something that I want to share with you all. When he was 10, after she passed, he told me about a dream he had. I will never forget it and the lesson he bestowed on me. His dream was about how a nuclear bomb had went off, close to where we live. The neighborhood was all outside looking in the distance towards the plume of the explosion. There was something beautiful about it. The way it made the sky orange. He said not a word was spoken between the neighbors, but we were all gathered hand in hand looking at it, comforting each other. A peace came over everyone. He told me that it meant that no matter what we face, we have each other to get through it.
That dream has always stuck with me. If the fiat dollar does collapse, and I believe it will, it will hit like a nuclear bomb. The destruction it will cause will seem horrible at first, and it will take years to overcome. But the beauty, the orange sky, is a new beginning. It means the veil of their illusion has been lifted. The slavery that has existed for so long has a chance to end.
We are stronger than we think we are and have the power to overcome much. I look at my son for inspiration. Not many do as well as he is doing after watching your mom suffer for 5 years and losing her so young. Plus his ability to survive all of my mistakes in the aftermath. His strength opened my eyes and dug me out of my hole. Instead of looking at all the shitty things that have happened to us, we look to appreciate what we have.
It's a good thing I love bread and I love cheese...because we all may be in line soon for both. But we all will have each other.
I’m sorry your loss. None of those professions even come close to that kind of money. My daughter took community college courses her senior year. I think it was one course a semester. (I know the school system isn’t what it used to be in many parts of the country) She graduated as Nurse RN at the community college in two years. She’s been a nurse eight years and has survived Covid & mandates. She knew when to move from the hospital job to the clinic. Making $30.00 an hour. I know kids in college and I see their social media post. It’s a party zone. You’ve got to be a unique kid to get through college with out that environment touching you. It totally changed one girl in our family. She’s a Hilary lover & after George Floyd she was reading every book about blacks in America. (I’m trying to say this with out sounding racist, I’m not!) The college was teaching her CRT & she was fresh bait! I could go on, but long story these two got out of their normal church going upbringing & between being let out of a cage & being ripe for picking in my opinion for them it’s a huge waste of money. I grew up in very rural south. Country boys that hunted & girls that didn’t have dreams past getting one to the altar. I wasn’t an angel at all. Most kids were not in the 80s. I went to college out of state, no car & didn’t come home much. I had fun while it lasted! I think parents & teachers should learn college isn’t for everyone. I would have been much better off going to something like massage therapy. Something I could go to school for with out going through math & English classes. I attempted community college. I’ve never been studious. I was terrible at math & English. The entire system should be rebuilt. Why do you need English in college if you are going to school in certain fields like nursing, medic, etc? One of the best things a parent can do is communicate with their children. Learn what they like and dislike. What makes them tick. That will help the parents guide them. Teach them about the things they don’t know so when they see drinking, weed & sex they aren’t tempted. Teach them the bad sides of having a good time. We all know people that have been affected by these things. Point it out to them. I always wonder what would be different if my parents had actually talked to me instead of at me. I don’t perceive to know your relationship with your son or your wife. I do believe if I or my husband made promises like that & the other knew what we now know about the current world we live in he would be good with me doing what I feel is right for our child. A year ago I didn’t know how corrupt the college system is & has been! If college is still preferred find one that aligns with your beliefs and morals. Remember our children may seem like independent mature individuals but at 18 your mind is easily changed with a convincing story.
Good advice. Thank you.
Your welcome, my child will be 30 this year and I’m not a perfect parent. I tried to do the opposite of things in my home. As you know we can’t control the future and our lives. I got sick for a bit and wasn’t the mom I had been. My husband and I made it through it. It sounds like you are a great dad & he had a great mom. Some kids never experience a loving mom or dad. I hope I didn’t come off as preachy. I do believe he & you have a great future & honestly it doesn’t matter what he decides for a career path as long as he’s happy.