Hermando, his wife, and two children, paid the smuggler all the money they had, to help them find their way into the U.S.A. He
wanted to get a job and have his children get a better education. The smuggler took them through a dark tunnel, and when they
got through it, they found themselves in a arid and hot desert. The smuggler told them to wait while he checked out to see if any
officiandos were about. But the smuggler never came back for them. They waited in the hot sun without water and eventually
realized that their money was taken and they were abandoned. So they decided to go the rest of their way on their own. It was a
horrible trek, with no water, and no idea of where they were. But somehow they managed to find their way to a desert ranch
and then to the road.
An old dilapidated pickup truck stopped, and fortunately the driver was of Hispanic ancestry who spoke their language. The
driver took them to a house where others of their type were staying. They were given meager food and water. Someone
mentioned where Hermanado could find a job loading supplies for a man who was willing to disobey the laws of the land and
hire undocumented workers. It was hard work with low pay, but it gave the family needed resources to survive. Eventually the
family was able to move into a low rent apartment in a very seedy part of town.
Hermando worked hard to better his circumstances. His wife Juanita found a job cleaning house for another family. Their
children attended school and got the education that was hoped for them. Eventually the oldest won a full scholarship to a
prestigious college and was studying to become a doctor. The younger one went to community college and became a teacher.
Life improved for the family. The children with their good jobs helped their parents to live a better life. Things were going well for
them. The extra money made for a much easier life.
Another young family from Mexico wanted the American life. They paid a smuggler to take them through the tunnel. This family
was abandoned, just as Hermando and his family were. Unfortunately, they made their journey in the middle of August. They did
not find their way and Perished in the desert heat. This is the tragedy of people depending on smugglers who cherish money but
not human life.
Mary started working at the age of fourteen
A domestic maid, she was
She worked ten hours every day
Very rarely had a pause
Mary met and married Bill, she was seventeen
A life of hard work followed
For Bill never helped in the home
he never ever mellowed
At the age of twenty-five
Five children had been born
But Bill went out every single night
Drinking and spinning yarns
Then Bill had an accident, Mary was forty
So serious, he died
Although Mary had not loved Bill
Her and the children cried
Mary then went back to work
Her life had been so hard
The children were all at school
But Mary was always worried and scared
Mary continued to work, till she was sixty
Still caring for her family
Until they married and left home
Them she left work happily
Now Mary is a lady of leisure
She has earned her life of ease
No rushing about, no husband around
so she can do whatever will please
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
Her Kind of Life
Jolene's picker was broke,
One a beater, one a drunk, and
The third a bum on the divan.
The last one taught her a lesson,
He was her lawyer, of course,
And as soon as she found him out,
She got her last divorce.
Now she's a waitress at a night diner,
She laughs and teases the way she is,
Smacks her gum through her easy life,
Free as a bird with no "his."
No work doesn't make life easy,
If a body is all astir,
Money, too, is a pipedream,
Without a quiet heart,
To learn to forgive is the richest gift,
For eventually one will find,
One will forgive one's own dear self,
With the easy life of peace of mind.
There's a fella whose job was menial,
When he retired he volunteered as a boss,
He's found now that bosses have their side,
For he is always cross.
He points his finger, sneers at the help,
Struts down the hall in his hat,
But peace or happiness he didn't find,
Instead loneliness is where he's at.
By Tom (TOMWYO@aol.com)
Hard Life, Easy Life
Robert T. Spitzman and J. R. Reesler had grown up on the same block. Their dads were both machinists at the Gear Plant. Rob
Spitzman’s mom and dad had worked multiple jobs, extra jobs and pushed their children to get good grades and to be good
citizens. Whereas JR’s parents both worked at the plant, were always in debt and told the kids to get a job if they wanted
anything other than what was required.
JR had been busted multiple times for selling dope and bootleg liquor while in high school so he graduated from the state boy’s
school and was soon paroled. His twin sister had three children by the time she after six years finished high school and found
that spreading her legs was an easy way to make money and enjoy what you were doing. JR was put on four years probation
when he got out and went to work for the man who ran the trash pickup and dumpster service in town.
Rob on the other hand had worked at the movie theater, shoveled snow and worked at the grocery store delivering stuff and
helping people. He had gone to Georgia Tech and studied engineering and had earned a bachelors and masters in Civil
Engineering. The day he received his masters he was commissioned into the Army where he always strove to be the best. When
his tour was up he returned home, married his sweetheart and went to work for the city in engineering. Rob was and ELK, a
Mason and worked a second job to get the money to buy their first home.
JR found it easier to just steal or cheat someone and since he was a felon, he could not find a decent job. He married a woman,
her third husband with five children and they loved to party, drive fast cars and just go into debt, more debt and to the limits. His
wife was run in for prostitution and finally given three years in prison. JR sweet talked a busty high school freshman and soon
she was expecting as she minded the kids. Statutory rape and it was six years in prison.
Rob and his wife on their 32nd birthdays both had earned their PhDs, had their own home along with a mortgage and both
drove old clunker cars, but they were happy and always smiling.
Funny thing about how you are reared and how you are guided as a youngster, has a large effect on your future paths?