It's only 7 am and already I've been hit with a bomb. When my phone rang at this early morning hour I immediately went into panic mode; who the hell is calling me this early? It was my father.
He said to me that he has something very important he needs to discuss with me, um ok daddy what's going on? The jist is this:
The company that my father has worked for for the last 34 years held a meeting this past week and told him and the other employees that they will be moving but they're not sure when and they will hope to be able to tell the employees by January. I am speechless.
My dad doesn't know whether or not he will have a job.
I am floored and tears are welling up in my eyes. You know what my wonderful rock of a father tells me:
"I will make it through this".
The strength that eminates from my father is unfreaking believable. He is such a quiet and serene man. "Such is life" he tells me. He is the rock that holds my family together. I use to think it was my mother, who by the way is freaking out (and rightfully so) but no it is my dad, definately. He has this kind of courage that you just don't see anymore. I love that man to pieces.
As we were hanging up he tells me that he is gonna get all his ducks in a row and whatever happens, happens. He is not bitter, he's not freaking out, kicking or screaming, crying, No he's getting their finances straight and looking at options and talking about a future. He is my hero today and I only wish to have half of his strength.
I love my parents and I am scared for them. I know this is happening to Americans all over the country, but that doesn't offer any comfort. What is happening to our country? People who work hard all thier lives and do the right thing are getting shit on and I for one am sick of it.
I am by no means a religious person, so I'll ask you folks if you could, would you send some positive thoughts my family's way?