On my way home one evening, I saw a woman and her child seeking shelter up under a bridge near my home. My heart went in overdrive. I remember doing whatever I had to do for me and my child to survive following separation and divorce in the early 70's.
First problem was safe shelter for the both of us. Finding affordable apartments and houses was a real problem. I worked but at the time I did not have a contract with a school system although I substituted every day. This meant my paycheck was not the same every month.
Second problem was keeping food on the table. Making grocery was not a problem. I just had to consider staples over choice many times. My son was not used to leftovers and did not like leftovers--but he had to eat them many times.
Third problem was keeping focused on who kept us safe from all hurt harm and danger everyday. My faith in God has always been strong. So I leaned and depended on God to keep us alive and to keep us safe from the dangers of being a woman living alone with a child in a metropolitan city. God blessed me and my child until I was able to come home where my parents could help me out. They called needing help at home and I needed home and help from them. I am marvelously blessed today but I remembered where I came from when I saw that mother and child.
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