Lord, Why Don’t You Do Something?

He said, “I did! I created you!?”

So, I’m kinda into volunteering. It’s okay if you’re not, but I am. My parents, no matter how flawed I feel they may be, ALWAYS taught me to give back. No matter how desperate my situation, they taught me that I ALWAYS have something to give.

I’m so proud of my dad. Despite him teaching me this lesson, I never really saw him put it into action until now. Sure, he’s done the good deed here and there. He’s picked up the homeless, he’s bought meal after meal for the hungry, he gives to a local children’s charity as if he’s their only supporter, but I never saw any of that.  Until now.

My dad is a superintendent of a major construction company in my state. He’s kinda a big deal. In that I mean, he quits, they fire him, yet he stays and they send him all over the country to build mega industrial factories and stuff. They won’t get rid of him and he won’t leave. He knows his shit.

He takes his skills as a construction guy and starts a volunteer group at his church. They call themselves The Hammerheads. Their main focus is to build wheelchair ramps for the indigent.

My dad, he can’t do things the quick and easy way. No. He goes onsite and preps for the build. He takes measurements. He meets with the family. He takes more measurements. He draws plans. He takes even more measurements. He contacts local business owners to front the supplies. He organizes volunteers. I know he had no intentions of doing all of this other work, but he’s not a slacker. NO! If he’s going to do it, he’s going to do it right, dammit.

To date, he and The Hammerheads have built 11 wheelchair ramps for the needy. ELEVEN! All of the work is done on the weekend, by a crew donating their time.


Recently, Dad received a call to build a ramp for Ms. Nesbitt.  She was diagnosed with cancer for the 2nd time. Now she’s facing a major, up-hill battle.  So that she could be right next to family for support, her kids and grands bought her a used mobile home to be placed right next to their home. Cue my dad. He was called to build a wheelchair ramp for Ms. Nesbitt’s new mobile home.

“Oh happy day!” my dad thought . . . until he reached her house.

Dad came to Ms. Nesbitt’s home for the prebuild inspection. He knew immediately. This build would be in vain. Instead of measuring for the wheelchair ramp, he began assessing: ceilings caving in, non-working bathrooms, door frames too narrow for wheelchair access, rotting wood. The only home that her loving family could afford to purchase for her is over 31 years old. It’s rotten, riddled with cancer, just like Ms. Nesbitt. There would be no wheelchair ramp built to this house.


Dad, being a single fella for a while now and recently coming into some inheritance, has a bit of cash. He immediately goes to work and BUYS Ms. Nesbitt a mobile home. This home is $46,000. Dad is quick to tell my sisters and me that this will hurt our inheritance. We don’t care. We are so proud of him for giving like this!! How many people do you know would front $50k to help a stranger?!?!

So, here we are. Several weeks later and my dad’s wheels are spinning. He’s already thinking of the next service project to help someone in need. So, with that being said, please visit my dad’s GoFundMe page to help pay for Ms. Nesbitt’s home. All proceeds go directly to the cost of the home. The title to the home will remain under The Hammerheads’ authority to bless someone else when the time comes. Any additional funds will go towards future wheelchair ramps for the elderly & poor, and/or anyone in need.

Surely, you have $5 to spare. That’s all I’m asking of NEWITW fans to give – just $5. Please visit the GoFundMe page or contact me for more information.

We all have something to give.  It’s time for us to do something.


Always Be Yourself . . . Unless

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I’ve missed you so and hope that you’ve missed me.

To celebrate my return, let’s play a game.

You know how someone on Facebook or Twitter is posting a picture that says, “Always be yourself, unless you can be Batman. Then always be Batman.”

Or a unicorn.

Or a Princess.

Whatever, you get the drift.


Let’s play Always Be Yourself but Cards Against Humanity version.  Please tell me you know about Cards Against Humanity.  If not, then you can’t be helped. Sorry.

I’ll start us off and then you comment on the blog, Tweet on the Twitter, and/or post on the Facebook, with your response but include #AlwaysBe.

#AlwaysBe A Walter White Wannabe
#AlwaysBe A horse with no name
#AlwaysBe A TSA agent copping a feel
#AlwaysBe A ball of earwax
#AlwaysBe A disappointment to your mother
#AlwaysBe A dirty-minded freak

You’re catching on, right?  Who’s ready to play?

Divorce does not bring closure.

I just signed the final documents to file for divorce. I don’t think I’m supposed to feel this happy about it. I don’t celebrate the death of a marriage, but I do celebrate an ending of what should have never been. We’ve been separated for nearly 8 years with many opportunities to reconcile. How can you reconcile if one party is so unyielding?

Divorce does not bring closure.

Divorce does not bring healing.

Divorce lies and tells you that it is finally over, but it is not.

Regardless of the details and justification for the divorce, divorce is hard. It’s a failure. Lives are hurt and wounds run deep. Even extended family and friends are caught in the crosshair.

I never realized how much my failed marriage affected my close relationships with everyone else. When my child or a friend hurts me, it gashes wide open all the wounds that just began healing. My loved ones do not deserve my irrational knee-jerk but they get it anyway. I have to work so hard to overcome this.

For now, I will be happy that my legal obligation is almost to the end. I know that the relationship with my husband, ex-husband, will always be there. I will wish him well and continue to be the best person and mother I can be.