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Today at work was the awards party for a junior high football team and cheerleaders, so it was a ton of pre-teens seated apart from their parents/chaperones, who did NOTHING to stop them from acting up. They were throwing ice and butter, and they bent at least three forks completely out of shape, and they stacked plates in the center of their tables, where we could barely get to them.
I was so pissed toward the end of the party, and looking out at the enormous messes we’d have to clear off nearly every table made it worse. Then, as I was coming back from the kitchen with a tray loaded with cake, I saw about 20 kids crowded in front of the doors, standing around and bullshitting in an area where they KNEW people would be going back and forth with glass and heavy trays, and I lost it. My heart started pounding and all the blood was rushing to my head, and I screamed “EXCUSE ME.” Those kids made a path for me so damn fast and they got the hell away from those doors afterwards.
I always go into work with a positive attitude and I always do my best to be nice, but I WON’T tolerate bullshit from kids who are old enough to know better than to act like animals when they’re out to eat. And I won’t take shit from the adults who don’t do anything to stop them, either.
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To bend another’s energy, your own spirit must be unbendable, or you will be corrupted…and destroyed.
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My mom has never been one for pictures so the only ones I really have are those from when I was a kid.
It’s always been the two of us. My dad resides in New York City and I see him once a year. He does what he can to support me, but it’s my mom that I’ve lived with all of my life. She’s the one who has been there for every Christmas, every birthday, every heartbreak and every achievement. She’s the one who worked two jobs to keep us going while I attended university. She’s my rock.
On January 1st, my mom, Marie, suffered from a heart aneurysm and an acute heart attack. On January 2nd she was rushed to Upstate Hospital in Syracuse, NY for emergency open heart surgery. This particular surgery only had a 20% survival rate. She survived, but it took a couple weeks for her to wake up from sedation. She is suffering from acute brain damage from lack of oxygen during the surgery, but the doctors are relatively sure we can retrain her brain to perform problem solving again. The tubes down her throat damaged the left side of her vocal cords, so her voice is raspy. It may heal but it may not. Overall, she is now recovering, she is lucky and she is thankful.
This is her second chance at life and that is not something most people get. My mom remembers, understands and is eager to get back to the way she was before. Unfortunately, when a person has open heart surgery the sternum must be broken in order for them to operate. She cannot do much of anything for three months, which means she cannot work.
I made this donation page because every little bit counts. I’ve called it, “Helping Hands for Marie” (original right?) I don’t like asking for things, but I’m not asking for me. I’m asking for my mom, who is the sweetest woman in the world. She’s taken care of me all her life and now it’s my turn to take care of her. Anything you can give would be greatly appreciated. If you can’t spare any money (which I understand), just reblog this post if you can and spread the message. All money will go towards bills, gas (for trips to doctor’s visits) and groceries.Thanks so much if you take the time to just read or reblog this, and even more thanks if you donate! It means more than I can say, really.
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Fixed the links, I believe.
When I was 11, my mom died of an aortic aneurysm. I want to make sure this mom is able to make the most of the second chance mine wasn’t able to have, because I’m sure she deserves it just as much as my mom did.
This day in history:
The Auschwitz camp complex and its remaining prisoners are liberated by Soviet forces.
Less than two weeks before liberation the complex had been evacuated by prison guards who took around 60,000 prisoners away on the death marches to avoid the approaching Red Army. The prisoners were marched for 35 miles (56 km), put on trains, and sent to various other camps. One fourth of the prisoners died on the way to the trains.
Upon liberation only around six or seven thousand prisoners remained in the complex; they were judged either too sick or too weak to march and left behind by the prison guards.
January 27, 1945 - 67 years ago today.
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