A Short Story From Lisa

Background-

Through High School and into my mid 30s I worked For McDonalds.  17 years total I worked for the company.  I worked for various owner operators and for corporate owned stores.  I worked as a crew member and worked my way up to a Store Manager.  Also held an Office Manager position and Assistant to the Owner Operator for two different Operators.  I worked my tail off for many years.  For a few years, about 5 years of my adult life and while caring for my children I worked two full time jobs.  I know what hard work and dedication is.  I know what good work ethic is.  Alongside of this I held various other jobs such as payroll and bookkeeping.

Currently and for the past 6 years I have been working as a CNA.  I get paid to stay home and care for Kamora.  Many people say "Oh you're so lucky to get to stay home with your kids and get paid".  I suppose so.  I am lucky in a sense.  But it comes at a cost.  That cost was almost losing my daughter at the age of 6 weeks old.  That cost comes with the stress of multiple surgeries over the past 8 years.  That cost comes with a son that has a severe emotional disability who gets bullied at school and out in the community and at times is an aggressor towards others due to being bullied for his meltdowns.  That cost comes to being home and not able to work outside the home and having limited adult interaction.  That cost comes from only trusting a very small group of true friends with your sorrows about the struggles you have with everyday life and the constant obstacle you have to overcome while throwing a happy face on and making the world believe that everything is just fine.  All the while others are complaining that they have a cold, or they cant pay a small bill because they wasted their money on something stupid.  And telling them that everything will be ok and things will work out.  I am not looking for sympathy.  I am looking for understanding.  I am looking for people to know that there really are people out there with major struggles that are not out in the open.  And there are people who have it worse then I do.  In our world of chaos and hatred.  Lets seek love, acceptance, and understanding.  Lets stop sulking on the little things.  I have a GOD.  And he is a big GOD.  And I may not always act the part.  When I get upset my mouth does'nt always represent my Christian faith.  I admit it.  I fail at that.  But I try.  Everyday I try to be a better person.  A better mother.  A better friend.  A better neighbor.  A better Christian.  And I try to understand.  

I am able to finance a house.  I just cant finance this house.  It is double what I qualify for.  This is why my friends and I are asking for donations to cover the difference to make my life a little bit easier for my kids.

To donate:

https://www.gofundme.com/home-for-kamora

or PayPal

account: jenniferand kamora@gmail.com

Thank you for taking the time to read.