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My neighbors that have lived next to me for the past 10 years have been the nicest people I've ever known in my life.
In the films you see someone walking down the street and waving to each and every one of their neighbors, knowing each one by first and last name as they happily reply with a big smile and wave!
Well, in my case, most of the people who've lived here before/after us, weren't like that... they didn't really "Communicate", and you never got to know them. Except for this family I'm writing about.
Anyway, today was the last day of moving stuff out of their house that had been foreclosed on.
Let me tell you something
- If you have never been foreclosed on, or never seen it first hand. It's horrible. HORRIBLE.
It's not like you're moving to a bigger and better place, no - the "Get the F*ck out" stop watch has been set, so pack your shit, and leave. The place you used to call home is tainted, and no longer yours.
So, 10 years is a long time, and I'm still sitting here staring at their house from mine, thinking "This cannot be real. Is it?".
As kids, we'd play on the trampoline out back... they didn't take the trampoline. So it sits quietly underneath a series of trees in the field behind the house. Knowing how many memories I've had there are all just encapsulated by this one simple object. It's not a bitter sweet memory though, it's just plain sad. If they'd moved normally, sure - bitter sweet. Seeing people get kicked out? Surreal... spooky... pathetic... almost tragic.
It simply doesn't feel real. Almost when you have a bad dream and wake up. Although you realize it was a dream, the bad feeling still lingers for a bit after before it fades. Well, I've been stuck with that feeling for a while.
What really made me sad was seeing the parents. You always look up to your parents when you're younger as if to say "What can go wrong? They've got it under control!". And just to see your parents lose control must be so demoralizing, it's terrible.
So, I thought about it today.... my goals have always been something along the lines of "A huge house!" or "That 458 italia, brand new!".
But now my mind has changed so much, it scares me. Not only do I want to work way harder than I have been now... but my new goal has changed to, one day having enough money to buy them their house back.
I already know the logical, and common responses I'll get in this thread. - It was their fault, chances are that if you were to fix it, it would only happen again. It's not your responsibility!
Now please keep in mind, the thought of telling someone this would be laughable, because right now my idea is going as planned, but it still hasn't blown up into huge money... it will take time!
Anyway, have any of you ever had a scenario like this? Suddenly the expensive watches, fast cars, and huge houses fade... and I wish I could make a large amount of money to buy them their house back.
Crazy, I know. But I felt I'd write about it here to get some thoughts.
EDIT: Also, don't think of this post as a "Hey man, that's really nice of you! Have fun with reality". No, I don't wanna be one of those people that speak of all the great things they could do with the money they'll never have.
I wanna do this, I mean I want to make this money and make things better. My work has been paying off so much it's amazing. It may be small scale, but you start somewhere....
I dunno, but whoever says money doesn't make things easier is out of their mind.
In the films you see someone walking down the street and waving to each and every one of their neighbors, knowing each one by first and last name as they happily reply with a big smile and wave!
Well, in my case, most of the people who've lived here before/after us, weren't like that... they didn't really "Communicate", and you never got to know them. Except for this family I'm writing about.
Anyway, today was the last day of moving stuff out of their house that had been foreclosed on.
Let me tell you something
- If you have never been foreclosed on, or never seen it first hand. It's horrible. HORRIBLE.
It's not like you're moving to a bigger and better place, no - the "Get the F*ck out" stop watch has been set, so pack your shit, and leave. The place you used to call home is tainted, and no longer yours.
So, 10 years is a long time, and I'm still sitting here staring at their house from mine, thinking "This cannot be real. Is it?".
As kids, we'd play on the trampoline out back... they didn't take the trampoline. So it sits quietly underneath a series of trees in the field behind the house. Knowing how many memories I've had there are all just encapsulated by this one simple object. It's not a bitter sweet memory though, it's just plain sad. If they'd moved normally, sure - bitter sweet. Seeing people get kicked out? Surreal... spooky... pathetic... almost tragic.
It simply doesn't feel real. Almost when you have a bad dream and wake up. Although you realize it was a dream, the bad feeling still lingers for a bit after before it fades. Well, I've been stuck with that feeling for a while.
What really made me sad was seeing the parents. You always look up to your parents when you're younger as if to say "What can go wrong? They've got it under control!". And just to see your parents lose control must be so demoralizing, it's terrible.
So, I thought about it today.... my goals have always been something along the lines of "A huge house!" or "That 458 italia, brand new!".
But now my mind has changed so much, it scares me. Not only do I want to work way harder than I have been now... but my new goal has changed to, one day having enough money to buy them their house back.
I already know the logical, and common responses I'll get in this thread. - It was their fault, chances are that if you were to fix it, it would only happen again. It's not your responsibility!
Now please keep in mind, the thought of telling someone this would be laughable, because right now my idea is going as planned, but it still hasn't blown up into huge money... it will take time!
Anyway, have any of you ever had a scenario like this? Suddenly the expensive watches, fast cars, and huge houses fade... and I wish I could make a large amount of money to buy them their house back.
Crazy, I know. But I felt I'd write about it here to get some thoughts.
EDIT: Also, don't think of this post as a "Hey man, that's really nice of you! Have fun with reality". No, I don't wanna be one of those people that speak of all the great things they could do with the money they'll never have.
I wanna do this, I mean I want to make this money and make things better. My work has been paying off so much it's amazing. It may be small scale, but you start somewhere....
I dunno, but whoever says money doesn't make things easier is out of their mind.
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