06-22-2022, 06:25 AM
(06-22-2022, 05:59 AM)FlyingClayDisk Wrote: How ironic, I could have written almost the exact same post, save for a few minor edits. Most likely no blood will get the real estate, regardless of where it is. I will more than likely bequeath that to friends. Blood can have the money, whatever is left, when we're gone. Beyond that, they're welcome to come scavenge the remaining bones. All the good stuff will have been long gone to more deserving.
I told the wife, which ever one of us goes last...just spend every last remaining dollar on one hell of a fireworks show!
My siblings and I grew up poor as church mice. My Father was a strict disciplinarian, that did not believe in corporeal punishment, and strongly pushed the power of education. He knew the difference between going to school and being educated.
My siblings don't need my money. In fact, all but one of my siblings are more financially secure than I am, because I spent my entire life serving my family and my community.
I have no husband, and no children of my own. I was blessed, through God's grace, with financial security, and blessed with the gifted knowledge that the more I shared, the more I received.
I will share an incident that will seem supernatural, but it wasn't. Back in 2014 I was bed bound for three months. I was three months behind in my mortgage, and I knew I was going to lose my house. I was frightened, lost, and had given up hope. I totally relinquished everything. I prayed, and I told God that I did not care any more. That if he wanted me to stay in my house, he had to work a miracle, because there was no way I could manage without him stepping up to the plate.
The next month, I got a check from my job including, my pay and my comp pay, that put my mortgage up to date. Every month for the next four months, I received checks from places that I had forgotten about, and did not request.
I know that there are a lot of people that do not believe in God. And I have no explanation for why he came through for me, when I needed help the most. I was not deserving. I did not earn his grace. The only thing that I feel may have made a difference is that I have always, graciously and willing considered myself as a servant.
I receive great joy from giving and bringing joy, and fulfilling the needs of those in my family and community.
For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not.
Yet I still post.
