jwantonizio

I'm a firm believer that all things work out in the end. but there's times is not so easy. one minute your on top of the world, next flat on  your back.... when your around your family, there is always someone there to pick you up and help you out. But your miles away in a town, city of strangers, no one to turn to. It's hard to ask for help, it become your first lesson of humility, humbleness. We all go to church when we can, the basket comes around, you put what you can. But when it comes down to the stranger, begging for food, pleading for survival of their family, no hope is a day, goes by. That is the real test between us and God, is the stranger, not the basket, the secret between you and God, not the dues paid. I know there are people worst off than me, and I pray for their case. My time is now, I'm hanging by a thread, job's pending, no gas to get there, utilities pending disconnection, no money to pay them. I ask for your help, not in pity, but in and with the last sense of dignity I have. Come to my aid, not tommorow, there is no tommorow when your down and the wolves are surrounding you......