I had spoken to her about 3 weeks ago and was unable to help her as she had no ID. She is back today to open and account. She has her paper ID. She sits down. She looks like she has had a bad day. She has no car. Rides the city bus to get around. She is looking for the paper and cannot find it. I see an EPT tester. She is starting to freak out. I tell her to take her time. No hurry. She keeps saying what a bad day. What a bad day. No luck. Nothing but bad luck. I ask her if she wants to talk. She starts to cry.
She just found out she is pregnant. Has a two month old. Doesn't know where the babys father is. This one was an accident from who know who. Trying to make a living. Has had Child Services investigate her. How she was abused as a child and beaten when she was older. I told her that she can break the cycle. She has to be strong for herself and her kids. She is 22 years old.
I ask her if she prays. Goes to church. I tell her I well pray for her. She vents to me for several minutes. I give her the sody I just bought in the machine. I offer some tissues. I tell her to come back and see me tomorrow. She leaves.
As she leaves, I start to tear up.
There are other people in the world that go through a lot worse than what I am experiencing. Their lives ARE hell right now. People that are going or have been through so much worse than me.
