tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post6501889298708253125..comments2023-10-28T05:02:24.579-05:00Comments on talking to myself: Living vicariously, part II: Brother, can you spare a dime?emmapeelDallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05045502725282481075noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post-20605368943917294352007-03-05T19:51:00.000-06:002007-03-05T19:51:00.000-06:00While in Florida there was so many begging for mon...While in Florida there was so many begging for money. Young pregnant girls, included. I can't make any sence of it and find it so hard to understand too.<BR/>The young women who was pregnant and begging every single day for three months at the same spot was standing in front of a store that had a sign that read " Help needed or we both will starve." <BR/>Hummm???<BR/>Love TJTJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00510301975315691761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post-43801645470713061272007-03-01T20:39:00.000-06:002007-03-01T20:39:00.000-06:00Amazing how a chance encounter can affect you on s...Amazing how a chance encounter can affect you on so many levels. It can be a catalyst for change, and can help you to see clearly.abhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17457643229311543636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post-77563700874281171922007-02-19T13:36:00.000-06:002007-02-19T13:36:00.000-06:00This was a very moving post, Emma. You were bruta...This was a very moving post, Emma. You were brutally honest about your own feelings...feelings that most of us refuse to admit to ourselves. <BR/><BR/>I know you will laugh at this, but I admire you for your wisdom and empathy.<BR/><BR/>Chris<BR/><A HREF="http://inanethoughtsandinsaneramblings.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">My Blog</A>Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14861482393432330011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post-31417408677532668012007-02-18T21:50:00.000-06:002007-02-18T21:50:00.000-06:00That's it exactly, Theresa...when I see someone in...That's it exactly, Theresa...when I see someone in such miserable circumstances, man or woman...I feel an incredible sadness, and also an incredible sense of impotence at not being able to do something to make a difference...emmapeelDallashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05045502725282481075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19031373.post-42555359893909740602007-02-18T19:45:00.000-06:002007-02-18T19:45:00.000-06:00When Allen and I took our roadtrip down to the Ohi...When Allen and I took our roadtrip down to the Ohio River over Christmas, we ended up in Wheeling, West Va. in the wee hours of the morning looking for a decent motel room. We stopped at a 7/11 to ask about rooms and there was a woman there, outside the store shivering, asking for spare change. I had seen her earlier walking the streets, and also another just like her. I suppose she must have been a prostitute and I felt overwhelming sadness for her, first as a human being and then as a woman. Sometimes I wonder if I ever could have ended up like that, if I'd grown up with fewer resourses. What a bleak life. It sounds like you are very torn about your job. I hope you can come up with a decision you are comfortable with.Theresa Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00103717736011804799noreply@blogger.com