My life started with violence and by the time I was 13 I was living on the streets. Stealing food to survive. Never finished school. At 19 I finally decided to work hard and life looked like it was going well.
At 23 my wife suffered a stroke and I had to give up my life to look after her. Had 2 kids and a wife to look after, no job, no friends no life. We were so poor we could barely survive. No family help and my parents are both millionairs, yet they never helped me once.
I was 28 when I finally was able to get a job and become part of this world. I studied hard and graduated University as a teacher. My luck I haven't been able to land a job as a teacher. At 43 I was electrocuted at work and have been in pain for the last few years and can't get any work due to my injuries. I'm back to getting welfare and handouts from charities. It is a vicious circle for me.
There is a running joke in our house that everytime something bad happens it is the family bad luck. How much bad luck can I have. Everything I do ends up going wrong. I always help people and end up being stabbed in the back. All I have ever done is good, yet it seems if you are a bad person to others things go well. Why do they have the luck and I don't. This is a glimpse of my bad luck. If I wrote down all of my bad luck it would take me years.
I don't know why I go on, my life sucks and i wish all this bad luck would go away and take me away from all this. | |
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