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 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 I 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 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 I 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.