My mother had taught me from an age so young I dare to forget, about love. Love is the centerfold of every relationship whether it be friends, family, pets, your significant other, or even items and passions. Love is what my mom, my dad, three sisters and I revolve around, and together we are a family. I was told that you must not waste love, neither waste your love or feelings for somebody. I was told not abuse love in ways in order to make others feel loved or unloved themselves. But rather to cherish love, and every opportunity you get to spread love, spread love for heavens sake.
Why is love so promised in this world, this universe? Because everybody has somebody, and you'll only know when you feel the connection between you and the one you were meant to be with. I'm serious, this sounds like cheesy start to a Hallmark movie, you literally have a magnet attraction inside your body to the one of your destines. Don't get me wrong, of course you can pull apart once the protons of either you or your partner have reached the neutrons of either you of your partner. You will feel it inside your body, like your inner movement is hugging your other, yet there has to be a starting connection between you two for the physical attraction to happen. You know, you have to at least talk to your other before the electrons start working inside of you. And yes, you will know when you've met the right person, after all, you two were fetuses when God placed the holy matching magnet inside you, made just for the both of you. The fun part is finding who it is.
I found it baffling that I know all this, taught you all of this, yet I, yes I, until 43 years old, did not find the one I am to be with for all my years. For all I know I could have been half way done with my living years by then! It was truly frustrating, especially that everybody I've ever known, including my siblings, have found theirs at a far younger age. I thought possibly I would become the first man to die without a one to love and take care of. There is no max age you have to find you one true, but it can take searching until the peak of death as far as I've been told. The day I met Margo, I couldn't have been more joyous or other excited adjectives in my entire life.
Nobody else in the world had known it at the time, but I was on the verge of a financial outbreak. I had a steady job... At a Burger joint, which had been fighting going out of business for a few years then, but finally had to conclude itself at that time. It wasn't a chain restaurant, but despite that, it paid quite well. I made the mistake of moving far away from my home town in Minnesota where all of my sisters and my parents still lived, I thought fate was calling me there to find my dream job and my dream woman. I lived there oblivious that I was wrong for six whole years of working at this somewhat popular restaurant at the corner of Silver City. Working distracted me almost completely from finding a girl of my own, since my passion for cooking food was so strong.
The day I lost my job was terrifying, I had applied for nearly ten different jobs by that day, but still no answer. The closing of the burger joint was so sudden that I had little time to add more money into my savings account. I later found out that my manager had known for a while that they were going to be out of business before it actually took affect, but didn't tell us, the employees, because he didn't want to stress us too much that it would affect the quality of the food. This guy cared more about the quality of the burgers than the stability of his employees. He's dead now. Anyway, I knew I was gonna lose my house any day now if one of the jobs I invested in didn't respond in the next few days, which happened. Unfortunately many people in New Mexico don't like skinny hairy dudes working in their stores, and I couldn't apply for any other cooking jobs because the pay of every other restaurant was meant for teenagers. Having a degree in Culinary institution didn't even help me back then.
My house was next. I stayed up endless nights thinking of how to stay financial, I couldn't even afford to call my family or friends after I had to cut that monthly bill almost a year ago then. The day was July 30th when I was thereby labeled homeless.I wandered around different areas of New Mexico with the same clothes, the same shoes, and about $300 every day, sacrificing my only money for food and lottery tickets. Of course I never won any lotteries, and I hugely regret wasting my money on them to this day. I still have no idea how long I was wandering around the streets, begging for anything I could get, but it felt like decades in days. I grew skinnier and skinnier by the hour, and before I knew it I was already out of money.
