I was once faced with loosing my home because I could not meet the mortgage payments. The reasons are not important here, what is and was is that in those dark lonely moments of realising I was merely a woman with a child to support I accepted my humanity. I may not be able to keep a roof over our heads but I would still exist, I would still be Yvonne and I would do my best to care for my son no matter what. Twenty years have passed, I didnt keep that roof, it was sold but I managed to get us a smaller one and then an even smaller one but I never had to make that bed under the bridge I had picked out. I count myself blessed, I am a better person for the experience, I live on as little as possible and create as much beauty around me as I can. Yes you are merely a man, an ambitious American with a big mortgage, how blessed you are.
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