I don’t usually write at work. But the weather is bad, and things are slow. I have the greatest boss in the world. She is a kind hearted Christian woman. She restores a faith in me that has been destroyed by others.
"You can bring your cell phone" she says. "You can bring your kids." "If things are slow, you can get on the internet." You can take extra time on your break. If there is another lady working with you, you can go run an errand. You can eat, drink and be merry.
I love my boss. She is a great lady. She restores my faith in goodness. There are many in this world who will rob us of this simple faith in kindness, humanity, and decency.
People will hurt us, harm us, usually working only in their own best interests. I have not had a bad life, but I have been shocked at the misbehavior of mankind. A great quote I once read said this; "Man is not against you. He is only for himself."
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I have had a "Christian" realtor knowingly attempt to sell me and my family (she met our children) a house with a severe environmental hazard. A previous owner had co-owned an industrial chemical company and had burned barrel after barrel of chemicals on this property. It was a beautiful, beautiful home in a pristine perfect setting. The one problem being that every single person that lived there ended up dying of the same rare form of cancer within 5 years.
After getting out of this contract, (which was a made for tv movie in itself), my family did eventually find another home. It took us 2 years to do so. A family of 5 cohabitating in a dinky little 2 bedroom city apartment. I am picky, and was not going to settle for less than my dream. (Plus I never wanted to have to move again.)
We met the owners of our next dream house. (No mysterious deaths from rare cancer….what a relief…thank GOD.) They had built this house themselves.Such a nice, sweet, older, Christian couple.
Despite the strange and outmoded 1970’s red shag carpet, red velour ceiling in the dining room, and psychedelic antelope trotting across the mural in one bedroom, their love and care of this property showed.
This couple had custom built their home in the 1970’s, 4 years before I was born. This home had been their dream, and it was soon to become mine.
Them having raised a strong, christian family with 3 children there. I could feel the love in the home. The lady of the house weeped while she showed me pictures of her daughter as "Miss Odetta", homecoming queen, etc, etc. So many happy memories she was leaving behind with her home of 40 years.
We met again with the owners. WE WENT TO CHURCH WITH THE OWNERS. We ate dinner with the owners. We sat and prayed over the contract together with the owners. We asked for God’s blessing over the whole transaction.
Two days after moving into our new dream home we realized something was wrong. The toilets on the east side of the house wouldn’t flush. We couldn’t use the washing machine or the kitchen sink without 3 feet of water coming up in the utility room.
Someone told us the septic tank on that side of the house must be clogged. We hired people out to look into the problem. We invested hundreds of dollars on microscopic cameras to find said "mystery tank". No tank could be found. The owner himself came back out. "No, we never had a problem with the tank," he said.
We asked where the tank was located so we could save some money on digging.
"Seems to be it was right over here" he would motion, not seeming to remember exactly. Oh we can give the old guy a break we thought. He is in his seventies and it HAS BEEN over 30 years.
Then once, a neighbor came down to visit. "Oh I know where the septic tank is….or rather WAS", he said. A big cavern had opened up in the ground adjacent to the house, underneath the sidewalk where the tank had once been. The septic tank had collapsed. The owner of the house had the neighbor come down to help him fill in the hole in the ground without ever replacing the tank beneath it.
This man would rather go to church with us, eat with us, pray with us, and then lie to us...then spend $3-4000 to put in a new tank.
My husband and I went to a lawyer, feeling badly on OUR part,…because we were (are) Christians and Christians do not sue. It states clearly in the bible not to. The owner of the house fought the case, pleading ignorance to the fallen septic tank, saying it must have happened after we moved into the house. (Though we had a witness clearly stating otherwise).
This man died of a heart attack a few months later.
We chose to live without a septic tank, use of two toilets, a washer, and a kitchen sink….rather than to sue a widow.
When it comes to money….where is YOUR faith?
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