HOLDING ON TO A DOLLAR

I ENDED UP OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL because I was pregnant, married to the boy that got me pregnant, and no longer allowed to mix with the other students as a state law regulation. New to the neighborhood, I was coached to go over to a neighbor's house and introduce myself and stay there chatting for an hour. I could return home... one house from where I lived with the close of an hour's time. I returned early... raped and whining about the experience. I married that rapist as a result of no longer bearing the option to be a "virgin bride" as required by all morality and religion. The aftermath of that introduction to life in the real world has been a race to escape public welfare. Married and raising the first of two children, I applied to a college matriculated enrollment plan and began studies with BASIC COMPUTER LANGUAGES - 3 credit hours, ENGLISH COMPOSITION - 3 credit hours, and ENGLISH LITERATURE - 3 credit hours. The total limit for pre highschool transcript attendance in any college or university. I was already behind despite my "picket fence mentality" at the onset of life. I was teased by the computer instructor about my flowchart assignment subject matter as presented to him. Its focus was similar to the ladder of life applied to hexagram, rectangle, and squares with connecting lines to follow. He was amused by his 16-year-old enlistee to college. I finished high school through the GED program later on and went full force into college studies as family life, transportation, and later... as my jobs... and I have had many, including military, allowed.

Near retirement age, I looked into a membership for older persons which came recommended by an elderly aunt and my own mother. There is a column in the magazine provided by that group to encourage "keeping busy, keeping young, keeping income" and keeping social in regard to those recommendations. American Association of Retired Persons RECOMMENDED starting a goat farm... I went for it... seven years ago; as I was looking into retirement. I had an offer to provide me with the goat breed asked about as a gift. I found a decent land size and researched complementary products and feed; looked into the procedure and interconnection of vendors and end sales. I set forth farm and veteran benefit forms as required. I planned housing for my veteran helpers.

Instead, I ended up with a back injury, a fractured sacrum. I planned for something work-based while still enduring the pains from that broken pelvic bone and the military head injury. A broken sacrum is far worse than the pain from a broken coccyx after a slip and fall on winter ice. I've had that too... only to bring embarrassing laughter from my mate... my husband at the time, for the expressed pain on my face over the time it took to heal. I BLAMED NO ONE FOR THE INJURIES AND OUTCOMES, but could not get past the missing credentials... reported to the proper government department... Lisa Madigan's office put the documents on notice lists. So did the FBI and the local police. Break-ins and other strange goings-on in this state capitol. Business to keep common life among common people in this home state where elementary and middle school brought me to high school and into the lust for a college education? It has been the worst assault up to and including this early retirement due to injuries with a goofball professional attorneys act and no workers comp compensation for injuries... Disability denied. As for that AARP recommendation, I have no goats in my back yard and not at that repairable 10-acre farm. COLD GIRL PRODUCTS is not generating organic fertilizer or cashmere. I have no mohair to market. There's no goat cheese Goat milk or smoked bacon or sides. There are no grapevines of wine... No honey wine... no, two cases of honey wine. I bought plenty of equipment and software... Made all the right contacts but could not get past the identity thieves.

Certification in Land Surveying trained by the military did nothing for my future... neither did Telecommunications Specialist... not even the state I enlisted in would hire for that, and it's a demand position. You have to spread your legs to get a job in my home state under AFSCME.

Any more stress from TRYING and I may cease to be the in world. I Quit Trying. Here.. you do it.