Mr. Right

  A little bit of backstory about me, I was born into a family of good do'ers. Which isn't bad in of itself and as a child I enjoy helping people, spending every Saturday and Sunday helping people in need. My family and I would spend Saturday morning cleaning trash off the sides of roads and the afternoons handing out food to the homeless. Then on Sunday mornings we would go to the close by neighborhoods and hand out pamphlets for our church. I was content doing this for years until it dawned on me one day why am I doing this. I work hard all week on school and sports, Saturday and Sunday should be for relaxing instead of working my tale off. I begged and pleaded with my parent every Saturday and Sunday for a year and they never budged on there stance i always got the same excuse " its what God would want you to do", "if we don't help then who will" and ,"it's the right thing to do". I gave up asking and figured they can make me go but they can't make me participate, but every time I tried to get out of work and do my own thing something strange would happen. no matter how terrible what I did was it would always work out for good and it is driving me crazy.