reply to post by Australiana
Don't tempt me. I'm so close to just up and walking out of here you can't believe it.
Lucy, God love her (and me missing her) really changed my life, I mean really. Not just in little ways either.
It's like loving her opened up my heart again to a large part of me I buried away for too long. And then the outpouring (I hate that word but there
ya go) from everyone here? Wow, talk about a true life changing time.
And here?
Talk about seeing this place for finally what it IS instead of what I hoped it would be.
Just a little quick example of the 'outcast' I am here. Oh, first. Am I complaining? NO. Just taking a look at reality and there it is.
Ok I'm a foreigner, and a woman without a 'MAN' - huge no no here.
Oh well, tough or them right?
Well, my little house (tiny tiny) has a road that runs right beside it and connects to the lower part of the villa.
This place use to be one huge family villa and is now split in threes. So anyway, the lower house (I can see from where I am but is still separate)
holds some original family and another family that bought into the villa like a hundred years ago (no joke) and their offspring still live there. Ok
you get the idea I'm living right in the middle of a reallllllly old situation all the way around.
So, the lower house has this older couple and last month the man drove by my place WAY too fast and smashed into a cement pole. And I mean HARD.
I was outside and already taking care of him (his head went through the windshield then popped back in) before anyone got there. From my past
training I had this guys neck immobilized (with my shirt, you roll it up and then use the arms to secure it into place), the blood was just freakin
gushing and the cut huge, etc. Never mind all that, the guy was basically dying. So the two other families get there and everyone's screaming and
moaning and whoop! There goes the aprons over their heads like a bunch a little chickens. I finally has to SCREAM for them to SHUT UP and get
someone to drive him to the hospital. (It takes forever for an ambulance to get here and then he ride back to the hospital - way too much time for
his blood loss).
So the guy is finally in a car, on his way, etc. 7 people are standing there watching him be carted off right. I'm standing there covered in his
blood, glass etc. What did they do? Did they thank me? Did they say - 'Hey, you want to come down to the main house and wait to hear how he is?'
No. They turned their backs to me as a group and walked back down the hill without even a thought that I was let standing there alone. Ot maybe they
knew and just didn’t give a bleep. And this is after being neighbors for 11 years.
Do I want 'thank yous?' No.
Do I want to be treated like a piece of non existent dirt when I save their bloody lives?
Nope, not that either.
So really... What Lucy and you all have taught me is life is far to short to stay somewhere where I will never be accepted no matter what I do and
all because I don't have olive skin, am not dependent on a man and am a Foreigner - a woman to boot...
Well good for them. They have each other.
Me? It's time to have family and friends of my own. You've all taught me it's something I can no longer do without, and, I thank Lucy for being the
catalyst, and you all for showing me just how human kindness and care and love can change a heart.
peace
edit on 19-4-2011 by silo13 because: peace