Down Here on the Ground, Dekalb, Georgia

By Dave J. | Posted Monday December 19, 2011

My wife was ill. I had worked for over 3 years moving from company to company. When it became time to pick up the tab for insurance, it was time for me to move on to the next job. I always worked and they kept me on until the very last minute.

One day, after recovering from pneumonia, my we back to work, my wife became ill with the same respiratory illness and we could not afford to see a doctor. My wife was opposed to going to the hospital and spending the night in the ER.
She decided to wait until the following Monday when I would have enough money to pay the doctor bill.

On the night before we were going to the doctor, she suffered some kind of rupture due to excessive coughing and died in her sleep. My wife was 50 years old. He birthday was 28 days earlier.

Shortly after that, I was struck by a car and only by the grace of God was I able to survive the next 6 years. But now, I am going down slow.  Every month, I have less and less and I am falling farther and farther behind. I pray that things will improve, but my horizon seems to have a picture of my losing my home, and then slowly starving to death.

Hopefully, something will happen and save me from this fate. But, I see it happening to people all around me. I wish I could say I know things will be ok, but I just don’t know any more.

I really just don’t know.


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