A series of sweet encounters
My dad paid for my first year of university, but since then, I've largely been on my own. It's not that he didn't want to help, of course, it's just that, with two other children and a wife, his finances can only stretch so far. Since then, as year turned into year, I've come to think of myself as being pretty self-sufficient. Yes, I'm not paying for my own living spaces, but groceries, bills, school, I've been working hard to cover them all myself. I've made it something of a point of pride, and it's only grown more important to me since the lovely madame Meagan ran into a bit of employment-related trouble. It's almost the natural order of things to me, now. I work, to pay for myself, and anyone else that needs it, as best as I am able.
So, obviously, I wasn't really excited about the prospect of shelling out for the root canal and filling that I suddenly find myself in need of, but I was resoloute. This was simply another thing I was going to have to absorb, to find room for in my finances, to take on the proverbial chin and keep moving forwards. But first my father, and then my mother, and now even Meagan herself, have all offered me all manner of financial assistance wtih regards to this. My dad promised to help with the root canal and the filling, and my mother is looking into the feasibility of getting all the other little fillings I've needed, in some cases for years now, finally taken care of this summer. Even Meagan, who has been borrowing against her savings more often than she likes, made a concerted effort to pitch in and help me with this.
You know, you think of yourself as being on your own long enough, it starts to sink in. It's nice to be reminded that there're people out there I can count on, no matter what, to help me out if I need it.
Now, if only I didn't need it quite so badly...
So, obviously, I wasn't really excited about the prospect of shelling out for the root canal and filling that I suddenly find myself in need of, but I was resoloute. This was simply another thing I was going to have to absorb, to find room for in my finances, to take on the proverbial chin and keep moving forwards. But first my father, and then my mother, and now even Meagan herself, have all offered me all manner of financial assistance wtih regards to this. My dad promised to help with the root canal and the filling, and my mother is looking into the feasibility of getting all the other little fillings I've needed, in some cases for years now, finally taken care of this summer. Even Meagan, who has been borrowing against her savings more often than she likes, made a concerted effort to pitch in and help me with this.
You know, you think of yourself as being on your own long enough, it starts to sink in. It's nice to be reminded that there're people out there I can count on, no matter what, to help me out if I need it.
Now, if only I didn't need it quite so badly...