The place was called Fairwood. They stepped onto Lot 71, an empty stretch of gravel, and closed their eyes and bowed their heads. Comfort raised her hands to the sky.
“We sanctify the grounds with the blood of Jesus,” Kofi said.
The land had once been the site of Fairview, one of the Maryland’s largest slave plantations. Now it was Fairwood, an 1,800-home subdivision that would soon become the richest neighborhood in the richest African American county in the United States.
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Moral of the story, Don't buy more house than you can afford no matter what anyone says or how great the deal sounds.
Maybe I am bitter but I am so sick of stories like this. I say stories because I cannot think of a better way to phrase such excuse filled nonsense. What makes those people worthy of a write up in the Washington Post? Because they are immigrants? Because they are black? Because they show absolutely no responsibility for their choices and actions? Well here's my story... I bought a home in 2003. I responsibly bought a home in 2003. I didn't buy a home for the amount my realtor and broker said I could afford, because I knew I couldn't afford that. I spent $75k LESS than I was approved for. I wanted to be responsible. I wanted to be certain my family could live comfortably and that I would still be in my house the day I died after raising my children here and making memories with my grand children here. This home was going to be my last home. My husband and I are simple people. We don't buy big. We don't buy name brand. We don't use credit cards and firmly believe in living within our means. Well as responsible as we try to be, we didn't foresee him being injured at work. We didn't foresee a big company with big lawyers basically throwing him out on his hind end after he was injured on the job. Even so we have tried to carry on. I was a stay at home mom and college student when my husband was injured. He hasn't been able to work in 3 years. With no money coming in I put school on hold so I could provide for my family. Funny thing is... I couldn't get a job because I was a stay at home mom for 11 years which meant I had no "realizable" work history according to the dozens of places I applied. So every day I scrub toilets and floors to make any money I can. I take any and all jobs I can get actually. Even so, last year I made a whooping $18,000. I support a family of 5 on roughly $18,000 a year. I sit in dr. offices hoping, praying, that my husband will be able to go a full week without excruciating pain. Three years after initially filing for disability we still wait after receiving 2 denials. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? Especially after witnessing the federal pen parolee jogging by my home every day and knowing he applied and was approved for disability on the first shot! Talk about a kick in the gut. So why doesn't the Washington post write an article about my family or the thousand of other families like mine? They don't because we are simply white Americans. We don't sell. Well you know what I matter. My family matters. The thousands like us matter! What really gets my goat is I am an American and I will forever be American. Just like the woman in the article stated she can just go back to HER country. If she feels that way then go! Stop using your immigration as a crutch. Money is universal.... if you spend it, you pay it back. I try not to be bitter and I truly want to be happy but I fight every single month to provide for my family. I am behind on my mortgage and I have received the intent to foreclose papers... numerous times. I am trying. My newest vehicle is 15 year old with 200,000 miles and it breaks down, more and more often lately... when it happens I don't buy a new vehicle, I fix mine... literally get under the hood and fix it because I don't have the luxury of paying a mechanic. Maybe I am out of place by saying these things. Maybe I have chosen the wrong forum to rant. However, maybe this is what I needed to do because I am at the end of my rope. I'm sick of fighting with citimortgage. I'm tired of telling my children they cannot have something, because god knows they deserve so much more than they get. I am simply exhausted.... so maybe getting all of this off my chest, free of my mind and out of my heart will help me fight another year. You see its not easy being white America... actually lately, more days than not, I simply wish it would all end so I could have a moment of peace without having to fight just to scrape by....
God Bless You and your struggles, 11:22pm. I am a single mom and although my boat is not taking on quite as much water as yours, our stories are similar. We just keep fighting, working, loving and laughing when we can.
May God bless you as well 8:19. May you receive enlightenment and have your burdens reduced and be given opportunities to lift you up. We have managed to rob peter to pay Paul up to this point but it has gotten increasingly harder. I knew it was taking a toll on me when I laughed and it actually hurt to do it.... it was in that moment I realized I had forgot what laughter was like. May God keep your children and you close to his heart and under angel wings! :)
Sorry to say that this sounds like a typical AMERICAN family situation caused by our overly-aggressive greedy politicians attempting to control everything.
On second comment, I think you seriously have a problem that you need to solve. What is this about being black or white or immigrant. You have your story same as those people in the article. What makes your more special than them. People have their challenges in life in different ways.
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