how YOU doin’?
Let me guess. Some of you are fighting for child support of have given up on ever receiving it. You’re looking for a new set of tires, or a home, or even a board game or a toy or two for the younger children… or a car to take the kids to serious doctor appointments. My in box is filled to overflowing with stories about single mothers and their children who are in need of the most basic of amenities: warm clothes, a roof over their heads, a Christmas meal. Part of me wants to scream in helpless fury: why can’t we take care of this? Why does one of the richest nations in the world still have stories like these to tell? What would it cost us to give a little of what we have to those who have less?
Yes, I know it’s not very Ayn Rand of me. I know not all of these stories holds a Tiny Tim; I know some of these folks have got to have dug this hole themselves.
But I also know single moms like one of my favorites, whose son has been invited to fly across the country to participate in the Junior National Young Leaders Conference in Washington DC, a week long conference for some of the nation’s best and brightest leaders-to-be. The whole thing will cost at least $3000, and that doesn’t include pocket money for one of the nation’s most expensive areas. I know for a fact that this single mama has less than $100 a month after the bills have been paid, and she’s raising five children on a wing and a prayer and a sense of humor.
So, without asking for a direct handout for this gracious, amazing lady, I would wholeheartedly encourage you to buy her CD, Close Your Eyes. I’ve owned it for over a year now, and still listen to it as avidly as I did the day it arrived in the mail. There’s a reason that her single, “Luminous”, won “Best Song of 2004″ in the International Online Music Awards. The songs are love songs: love songs even for the battered and bruised, the chained who long to be free, the spirit that moves us to inspiration. Close Your Eyes is a CD that belongs in the collection of every woman who has ever felt pain and heartache, and lived to tell the tale.
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