Growing up is hard
Growing up is hard. Even as an adult, I am still often told by my loving wife that I still have some growing up to do. Nonetheless, growing up is hard. As bad as we may believe we had, or have it, there are always others who have it worse.
Reflecting back on my childhood, I had it pretty rough. Crazy thing is, I never knew it! In North Carolina, I remember playing in the "big rocks" with my two younger sisters when we lived in our dilapidated mobile home in the middle of the woods. It had three bedrooms, but the one we called the wet room, because it had at least 100 leaks, could not be used as a bedroom. My sisters shared a very small room and I slept on the couch. The wet room was turned into a chicken farm when my dad decided to raise chickens. We had dozens and dozens of chickens in the house, but we thought this was normal.
When we moved to San Antonio we didn't have a forest in our backyard, or chickens in our house, but we still felt our lives were normal. I remember posing with our monthly books of food stamps, fanning them out in my little hands. I didn't know it wasn't real money. I thought everyone got magic money in the mail to spend on food. We would go to different churches on Saturdays to "shop." I thought everyone got food and clothing from churches. All of my other clothing came from second hand stores or yard sales. We didn't even own a car because we sold it to pay our deposit for the projects we lived in.
Why should anyone care about my past? Because if you saw me now, you would never know about it. There are so many people, right now, that wish they had a place to stay, even if it was a leaky mobile home full of chickens. There are so many people who do not receive magic money in the mail to help them with groceries. What I didn't tell you was my dad was an alcoholic his entire life and my mom had to provide for all of us. She is from Mexico and because of the language barrier was never able to get a good paying job. I also thought this was normal...
The fact is, many kids are growing up under similar, or worse, conditions thinking their life is normal. It's not, and it's up to people like us to make a difference. You may think you don't have a lot, but many have less. Donating time, baby supplies or money to Infant Crisis Services can help a family in their time of need. I am sure that in the course of my life, people like you donated food or clothing that I ate and wore. I am thankful to be serving on the Board of Directors at Infant Crisis Services because it allows me to give back to a community of the most innocent...babies.
Growing up is hard. Let's all do our part to make growing up a little easier for the babies.
Ronnie Grant, Board Member
Posted on Mon, April 2, 2012
by Ronnie Grant