Today is trash day. It was hard enough for me last night gathering all of my trash and walking my can out to the street, but I got it done. Fast forward to this evening and one of my neighbors stole my trash can because theirs blew away! Yes, it makes total sense to steal the gimp's can instead of walking down the street and getting your own!
It's bad enough that my mobility has seriously gone down, but when my perfectly capable neighbors steal from me instead of using their perfectly good legs to get their own stuff, I'm furious! Before this ever happened to me, I actually sent someone money when she was in need and I was able to help. Now that I need it, I just keep getting a slap in the face everywhere I turn. This experience (the MS, not just the seriously infuriating moment I found out that my neighbors stole my trash can) has taken away what little faith in humanity that I had left. No, I'm not going to be the bigger person, I'd rather hate the world right now.
It's bad enough that my mobility has seriously gone down, but when my perfectly capable neighbors steal from me instead of using their perfectly good legs to get their own stuff, I'm furious! Before this ever happened to me, I actually sent someone money when she was in need and I was able to help. Now that I need it, I just keep getting a slap in the face everywhere I turn. This experience (the MS, not just the seriously infuriating moment I found out that my neighbors stole my trash can) has taken away what little faith in humanity that I had left. No, I'm not going to be the bigger person, I'd rather hate the world right now.
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