How Will I Raise My Children?
Three years ago I had been working at a kid’s summer camp as a camp counselor in Parsippany, New Jersey. I was having a bad day.
My boss called me over to his “bench” and asked me what was wrong.
I answered I was sorry for crying but I was having a bad day.
He insisted for me to tell him what was bothering me, in sort of an annoyed tone that indicated he probably didn’t take me seriously.
I didn’t want to tell him for any particular reason except I didn’t like him, and didn’t trust him with my personal problems.
That was confirmed when he said what could possibly be bothering a teenager. He added that I wasn’t a married man with two children and two jobs.
So I told him. My house had gone into foreclosure because my parents were struggling with the mortgage payments. I had…
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