I'm eating my feelings There are some days that I'm pretty damn sure that the world is out to get me. Those are the days that I break a heel, or step in gum, or get rear ended or get turkey when I ordered ham...Today I am pretty sure the world is out to get itself.
There are very few things that I get really and truly angry about they are as follows:
1. People who mistreat children
2. People who mistreat animals
3. People who mistreat people based on unhealthy stereotypes
4. People who judge unfairly
All of those things, including me stepping in gum and burning myself on the forehead with my curling iron this morning happened today. Now you would think in my line of work I see mistreatment of children on a daily basis, it's true. I hear about it, I see it, I feel their pain like no other. But I firmly believe that I am making a difference to try and stop that, I know that I can't save everyone but is there some kind of law of the universe that says I can't try? No, so I'm going to try. I am not always successful, if I could I would bring them all home and take care of every last one of them. Unfortunately I can't. So, like any healthy red blooded single 25 year old American female I have a bedroom in my two bedroom apartment that is SO READY for kids. I have a twin bed AND a crib just in case. I am ready to go when that time comes. I'm gainfully employed, I'm prepared for the challenges that come with fostering kids of any age special needs or not. I'm smart, and responsible and I am certified in all kinds of child emergencies. I'm loving, and caring and
deserve the chance to give back what was given to me.
I see these files come across my desk every day and I know that when God is ready to hand me someone who needs me, He will. Today? After burning my forehead, and stepping in gum I got to my office and my boss handed me a file. Another baby in a dumpster...A
baby in a dumpster. He's alive, but barely. It....Infuriates me. He's in the hospital, they ask me to take over the case. Normally, I'd jump at this chance to be this child's advocate. Instead I declined, because I want to bring this child
home. So I brought it up, I decided to actually start the process, just take the bull by the horns and start the process.
So I'm actually starting to feel pretty good about this and my boss calls me into his office. Gives me a bullshit laundry list of reasons
why this is a bad idea. "I work too many long hours" "I don't have a husband" "I'm too young" "The court is going to say no" etc etc etc etc etc. "Stella it's terrible, I know, but I'd rather have you fighting for this child than anyone else, but I don't want you to go down a road that leads to disappointment" ETC ETC ETC.
So, instead of speaking up, or going ahead anyway I went to the hospital, file in hand...And met this baby. As his child advocate. Why did I give up? Because I don't want to fight the wrong fight here. I don't want to fight for
my right to do things when the most important thing is that the kids in this world end up where they are wanted and loved and cared for.
I know, tl;dr .... But there is more to the story. If you've hung in there this long you might be asking yourself "But Stella! What about the animals?" Well...On my way home tonight I saw something I likewise dislike: Random puppy abuse. I won't go into details.
But.....

This is either:
Champ
Ziggy Stardust
Roscoe
Batman
Cooper
Scruffy
Harry Potter
Lestat
Mayhem
Time to start voting, internet.
Sorry Cagey Truck Guy, we have a new roommie.