Inspiration and life

Several months ago I was watching a documentary on ( I know but I LOVE documentaries!) the Fisherman in the Ukraine and the Union that they are trying to start.  The story was of a beautiful man who was giving his whole life to making sure that the seas were not over fished by large corporations, and that his commarades were paid a fair wage for their labors.  Since they were all struggling, there is little money for the union and no financial backing.  When the story ended, his power had been turned off for three months because he was giving everything to try to make a change for the better. ( By the way his wife was a saint and stood by him through it all!)

Of course, and yes I thought of myself, my kids, and Conchetta House. This is the first time in my life that I  have ever believed in something with everything that I am! ( well except for my kids when they were ill, I prayed would be better!) When I have to make copies,  I watch my bank balance like a hawk.  ( and I do mean mine , not Conchetta House!)

I have an affinity for that man.  I too am trying to do the impossible when no one is listening.  Big corporations give big money to organizations they understand.  I was told that the Senate in DC would NEVER support helping single parents complete college through a housing voucher.  ( I know, but the Senators office staff told me that it would be too divisive to support keeping families together and helping them reduce the services that they need through independence.)

If I told you, or anyone, or let myself know how much I have contributed to Conchetta House, we all would be surprised.  I feel for that man in the Ukraine.  As we have to move houses because the landlord is selling our home, we have no reserves because I have put them to good use.  Helping families, returning smiles to children, and hope to parents.

And my boys?  Amazing.  Simply amazing.  My 4 boys at home GET IT.  They understand why the struggle to believe, why we sacrifice.  ( My older kids haven't seemed to understand yet, but they haven't been a part, they are on to their own lives).

So I am honored to ( as a Medicine Man I once met said) " To suffer as my ancestors have suffered".  By moving in with my Mom, being humbled, I can't help but feel that this is also a part of the Conchetta House story.  That it's Founder also struggled with housing, loss, and then rebuilt to victory.

If that is the truth, if our lives are meant to be part of the story so that other families can have a chance at a better life, then I say....."Bring It On"!