Daamn, Daaamn, Daaaamn...

So, I've been having one of those Florida Evans, "damn, damn, damn" moments for the last, say 12-14 months or so. Yes a looong moment. But, today I realized I ain't doin' so bad I guess....

A woman who called me for advice today about all her legal woes basically says to me (no lie, I can't make this stuff up), "I am not doing so good these days, I'm on my way to visit my granddaughter who was taken from my daughter and who is in foster care about 100 miles away from my house so we don't get to see her much, she ain't allowed to come to the house, but they are about to foreclose on the house anyway cause my husband done up and left me for my friend and won't help me with the bills on this here house, and I am disabled, he knows that, so I can't get a job and can't make enough money to pay the bills, and I'm sick, been sick for a while, and I don't expect to live long, I'm sure to die soon, even though I thought I would live longer than my 19 year old nephew who died in a car crash 'round the holidays, and we didn't even have enough money to bury him, so I've already called the University up in Jackson and donated my body to science so my kin won't have to pay for no funeral when I die...

I'm thinking, am I being punked? Someone had to put her up to this. (I have some crazy former classmates who like to set me up with fake azz, crazy azz callers with bogus legal "situations"). She said it all fast and "jumbled" just like I wrote it up there.

I wanted to ask, "are you serious?" "And, you managed to get out of bed this morning?" Now that deserves a damn, damn, damn....

On a serious note. I immediately got out my "gratitude rock" and began to say my "thank you's" so effortlessly about so many things in my life, specifically the ability to be able to pay for life insurance so I won't have to donate my body to science...