First question

This weekend, my husband and I had a conversation with someone. I can’t remember who, but we where talking about some of the first questions that people ask. The typical first question are ” is this your first time here, or where do you come from” But there’s another question that comes up right away too. What do you do for a living.
I am not sure if that the same for everyone else, but I even noticed this one the bus. I don’t know why but it seems like I get people who want to talk with me on the bus, even when I have my head phone on. I must look friendly or people just can tell I am a listening ear. Funny because I seem to be doing a bunch of talking on here. Since I have been with out good work lately, I sometimes feel a little insecure in sharing what I do. Shoot if I am not between jobs or looking for a new one with being not needed at my stuffing envelops, I don’t feel embarrassed I just know sometimes people judge.
The question of what do you do for a living can be frustrating, but sometimes it fun hearing about what other people are doing. Today I was talking to my Uncle, he is in realestates and things haven’t been easy for him. He asked what my husband and I where doing and if I had yet to get a stable job. I told him about some jobs I had found but the driving as far as gas would kill me. While talking I told him that he and my grandma were part of what help me become the person I am now. Had it not been for the family I would be lost and not where I am at today, Not like I have any real idea of what I am doing right now. He laughed and encouraged me that I was doing fine.
There no where in the bible that says we shouldn’t ask people what they do for a living but there are plenty of places that tell us how we are to act toward our neighbors.
When the disciples and other believers got together they stayed and some sold there stuff so that other could stay. They worked together to stay together, sometimes I think believers need to find their way back to the simple faith of helping their neighbors and not lauding over what they have over those who don’t have the same. I am not saying this has happened at my church because it never has.
My church is one of the few places I have been to that have shown this to me, and taught me this lesson. When I have been in need or my husband someone has sometimes help us out. A while ago my husband was with out a car, and we needed a second car. Someone in the church felt lead to bless someone with the car they had. We where contacted, we took the offer. It was such a blessing, I think G-d saw what was about to happen to us.
My husband got the call about the car but had to wait a couple of days for our Rabbi and them to make sure the car was in good working order. Our Rabbi will not have junk donated to his congregates. A couple days later, my phone rang after my husband had drop me off at work. It was my husband sister calling about their mom. Mom just had a stroke and they where not sure if mom was going to make it. I called my husband immediately and told him he needed to turn back around and come and get me. I had explained to him about mom and he came and got me. I went up to my department at work and explain to my coworker what was happening. I was crying, and very upset when I got upstairs.
Let me explain my reaction. My husband mom loved me like her own, she has always treated me like her own. She calls me her daughter to other people and I am so honored to be apart of their family. I had grown very close to my husband parents. They where like second parents, that actually wanted me. I was loveable to them and I never really felt this way by a parent figure. So hearing we might loss my husband Parents it hurt me.
My coworker was sweet and told me go and it would be okay. I was gone for 2 weeks almost. I didn’t lose the job. My department supported me, while waiting for my husband. My coworker told me you most be very close to them, you speak of them as your own parents. We never know whose parent your talking about, I will give them that.
My husband arrived by the time I got downstairs, I had started praying. When I got into the car to drive, I saw it was almost overheated close to the red. I told my husband I need to get to the gas station and get more coolant in. We put more in. Then came home and packed got ready to go and waited for about a hour and half. During this time I tried renting a car, but neither one of us has a credit card. So we took my car, I thought it would be okay to get down there then we would have a mechanic look at it because I simply wouldn’t have the time to figure out what was wrong with the car and lets face it, I was to concerned for his parent then about my car. So I was making unwise decisions.
The next day we found out that the car had died, but mom was recovering. Maybe my car was a trade, my husband called the family who was donating the car let them know what was happening. I tried finding a ride back to the City which wouldn’t use dad. Dad got very adamant he wanted to come with us to the city. He didn’t want to leave us kids, and he didn’t want to stay at the hospital plus he wanted food.
We ended up taking dads van, I was the one who drove everywhere for dad but I love driving and it helps relieve my stress. I am not sure how dad heard me singing in the van because I was pretty much singing under my breath.. Shoot half the time we have to yell at him to be heard but he heard me clearly maybe because I was worshiping the L-rd.
We went and got the car, it was great clean and was the best thing we have had in a long time. What a blessing! We came home in the cities and dad took a nap and I worked on making some dinner for us. Dad liked the cooking so that makes me feel good, and he seemed less stress he wasn’t sleeping at home so coming up here help him.
Had we not had the car provided to us, we probably wouldn’t have gotten up here, my cat may have went hungry. Now had I not found a ride home I would have called my apartment manager and asked for the caretaker number and call her see if she could help me out.
This isn’t the first time a car has been donated to me in a time of need. G-d has always answered our prayers and provided by laying it on people hearts to help. I believe I have had more blessing given to me then having to pay a new car.
G-d is like HDMI cables he connects us to all the right little ports as long as we allow him to move us and change us.