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Lesson #43 Mars – Hunger – Mars – Homelessness – Mars – Disease – Addiction – Joblessness – Etc…


Last evening I could not sleep, so I went to the city to see my homeless kids and give them some blankets and clothing people had collected for them.  Sometimes, it takes me awhile to round the majority of them up, but not last night.  In all honesty, it was really early morning.  They all wanted to go to a place in the city called Fountain Square.  It’s a really nice gathering place, where some very cool things happen.  This time they wanted to go watch the big screen broadcast of “Curiosity,”  being shown on the Square.  That is the 2.5 billion dollar rover, which was sent to Mars in search of life.  It was 1:32 a.m. EST when it touched down.  I was watching my unusually quiet kids as they watched the big screen wide-eyed.  I flashed back to my days in grade school when we would get the chance to watch Alan B. Shepard, Jr. on May 5, 1961 go into space.  I was in awe as I remember that…but even back then I had a sense that if anyone lived on the Moon, they probably would have come to visit Earth before then.

It was while watching the early morning event with the kids that I had my “AHA” moment.  Here were these kids, who by not fault of their own were homeless, addicted, ill, and basically alone with no help in sight.  Then I glanced to my left and saw a family I met last year.  A man and his wife and their 3 children, who live in their car and eat when they can get to the Soup Kitchen or when the father can make some money doing day labor.  He had lost his job 2+ years ago and then they lost their home.  In front of us, was a teenage boy, sitting in a wheelchair, filled with excitement, while getting oxygen through a cannula.

Things began to become seem overwhelming to me.  I sat there on the Square doing math in my head.  If someone gave me 1/10th of that 2.5 billion dollars it took to send “Curiosity” to Mars, I would had 250 million dollars!!!! 250 million!!!  Do you know what I could do with that money?  I could buy land.  On that land I could build a research facility and staff it, so that we could find answers and cures for diabetes, cancer, AIDS, heart disease, Muscular Dystrophy and more.  On that land I could build a huge elementary school and middle school/high school and staff it.  I could start a job training program that would really work.  I could build a state of the art Detox facility and long term rehab facility and staff it with the best of the best doctors, counselors, etc.  There could have a huge garden, small homes for people in transition to live in, a place for people who lived there to work at some form of craft/building business and sell what was made.  They would have a salary, the community and all of its facilities would have money coming in, and it would be close to self-sustaining.  I would make sure there was an excellent clinic, dentists, eye doctors, etc..  We could even donate money for continued research in The Rainforest, where many many plants and trees are used to create incredible medications.  250 million dollars!!!!!  2.5 billion dollars spent to see if life ever has or ever could be sustained on Mars!!  Is it me?  Have I lost my mind?  Am I some kind of crazy person with absolutely no desire to live on Mars???  As I did my math and I knew I was about to have a super brain eruption, I realized that the money could have been divided among all fifty states…each state receiving 50 million dollars which could only be used for the purposes I listed above.

I don’t think I am so crazy.  I think that as much as I love the United States, I see that we are a very wasteful people, and tend to look away from things that are not so pretty and nice.

There is a saying isn’t there?  “Curiosity” killed the cat.

Love & Peace Always

Sarah-Pink Welch ©2013

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Lesson #35 Ur Fat..Ho..Towel Head..Trailer Trash..Nigger..Fag..Stupid..Freak..RedNeck


and that is not even a dent in the words children say to other children or the beatings children endure at the hands of other children…..because they don’t look like them, or they have less than them, or they don’t speak a language well, or they like someone of the same sex.  All over the world children are killing themselves because they can’t take the bullying they endure nearly every day of their lives.

No one asks to be born in a certain country, or be a certain race, or be a certain faith, or have a certain sexual orientation….but they often pay the ultimate price of being (“whatever different is”) bullied, and they end their lives’ with their own hands.

Not a real cheery thing to think about in 2012.  Our children are dying and we must come together and change things so they can have a chance to live a full, happy and productive life.

Children are not born hating anyone.  Children are taught by the adults in their lives’ to hate anyone who is not what their parents/adults decide is right and good.  It’s no longer whites against blacks, males against females, it’s humans against humans.

I have prayed all day about this post.  As I type the words I feel sick.  I am an adult and I do look different than most adults.  I have heard the whispers and watched people as they stared at me.  But, I have thick skin, and how I look was a personal choice.

2012, and a child who happens to be hispanic and attending an all white school could be having some very tough days.  That needs to change sooner than later.  A gay student is picked on consistently, day in day out for being who they are, and one day goes home and hangs themself in the bathroom.  A young girl who is a bit overweight is made fun of, has no friends,  goes home and decides to cut herself just to feel something…anything.

I am a Christian and trust God with all that I have.  Now, from what I have learned, God created everyone on this planet.  Do you really think God would make a mistake? Do you really think He makes people in order for them to be abused?  I don’t.  But, we humans have free will, which is really like having a license to say or do anything we like, to anyone we don’t like because they don’t look the same, live the same way, eat the same things or even pray the same way.

When a child is growing up in an environment filled with hatred for a certain type or types of people we will usually see this child grow into a bully.  As they grow up in their poisoned, narrow minded homes, those feelings and beliefs stay with them…unless their is some major moment of change….and they will enter the world as an adult who will go forward producing children who will also grow up in the same situation as the people that raised them.

Then there is the flip side.  When a child has been belittled and bullied their entire lives’ they are become filled with shame, anger, and even hatred toward those doing the bullying and those adults whose responsibility it is to keep them safe….and before you know it, they will walk into their school with a gun and just start shooting.  If that’s not a cry for help, nothing is.

What can we do about it?  My first thought was that people who wanted to have a child would have to undergo psychological testing, take parenting classes and get a license before they could.  Well, that’s a violation of about 8 human rights so I can’t do that.  I have to have a license for my dog, I have to have a license to fish, and one to drive my car.  So that says to me that fish are more important than a child and that disgusts me.  We can talk to other adults, we can sit down with our children and be honest with them.  We can get involved in the lives’ of the children we come in contact with, we can be role models of what a good human is and how they act.  No one is better than anyone else because of their age, color, religious beliefs, how much money they have, which side of the tracks they live on, whether their parents are together or not.  None of that matters.  I have learned the most valuable and treasured things from people who are polar opposites of me.

If I am out somewhere and their are groups of people around I am usually attracted to the group that most people think of as less than.  I like it that way and it has never been boring.

Please get involved.  Please stand up for those who can’t do it themselves.  We are loosing our children.

Sarah© 2012

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Lesson #30 We Must Do Something!


Yesterday as I was listening to the radio they announced that singer Whitney Houston had died.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know how.  Sitting here, I know her death will be drug related.  Please know that when I use the words “drug” or “substance” that I am including alcohol.  After all….alcohol is a drug.

Last week, I watched a 10 year old, homeless, heroin addict’s casket be lowered into the ground.  All senseless and sad.  How much more is America and the world for that matter going to be okay with this insanity?  People have died, people are dying.  Mothers and fathers don’t sleep because their child is out there somewhere, doing whatever it takes to get what they need to feel nothing again.  Partners are calling friends and family in search of their partner, who is out there somewhere, doing everything they can do to get what they need because they are so stressed out that being high is the only way they can cope with things.

Men and women are spending every cent they can get their hands on, feeding slot machines, lottery tickets, or card games in hope of hitting it big.  Sometimes they do hit it big, but they can’t walk away and before you know it, they are broke.  There is no food in their homes, the bills haven’t been paid, their children need to see the doctor, but the money is now in the pockets of some greedy idiot who could care less.

How many more lives, families, cities have to die before someone steps up and says NO MORE?  One life lost, one family broken up is enough for me.

Even cigarettes.  We all know that they are highly addictive.  The surgeon general of the U.S. puts nice warnings on the sides of each pack.  So they know already that is something that will destroy your health and eventually will have something to do with your death.  But, like alcohol…you can get your hands on them.

I am allowing myself a little time to be sad, to be angry, to be tired of it.  But, I am scrambling through my brain to come up with something that will end all the craziness.  Why is it that a 10 year old or myself know where to find the dealers and the powers that be don’t?  See, I consider drug dealers to be serial killers.  They are right up there with pedophiles, rapists, and physical/emotional abusers. I am not sorry to say that if I had my way, I would find them all leave them at Alcatraz, and I would fill the surrounding waters with Piranha’s…and once a week I would have a helicopter drop food there.  No bars, no guards, no visitors, no anything.

Why, why, why?  It just keeps getting worse and I know there are good folks doing what they can to help those of us who are addicted to get and stay well.  The odds however and not in their favor.  Let’s say someone has an addiction and do need what can be found in rehab centers.  Well, once you find a good rehab, it’s all about the insurance and money it takes to be there.  Most people have the wrong insurance or no insurance or no money.  That too is insanity.  If the government allows this stuff….the drugs, the gambling, the cigarettes to exist, then shouldn’t they be responsible for the aftermath that follows?  Shouldn’t it cost nothing to get well again?

Did you know, that currently 9 million Americans struggle with prescription medicine addiction?  Doctors just hand it out like candy. 50% of all car accidents are alcohol related.  Overall, about one third of the population has a drug addiction problem of one kind or another, whether legal or illegal.  And, we allow it…maybe not because we don’t care, but because our hands are tied.

I think, if every American, could start turning in the names of any dealers they have heard of, the police would have to start making arrests.  If you are not alcoholic….stop buying alcohol.   Drink tea instead.  Write the judges, write the senators, the congressmen, the governors, your city mayor and council people.  Don’t stop writing them.  Enough is enough.

Or maybe,we can just sit back and ignore it.  I mean if it hasn’t affected you why care?  I know something you don’t.  Eventually, it affects everyone.

Take a stand and do something.

Sarah© 2012

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Lesson #26 Addiction……..the parent


I don’t think I can do this anymore.  I feel so alone.  I don’t know where my child is or if they are even still alive.  I have called the hospitals, the police, the morgue…they aren’t there yet thank God.  But, if God is so good why won’t He bring my child home??  Ohhh I think I am loosing my mind.  If I go to one more meeting and have to hear someone say, I will be praying for you or I know how you feel, or God is in charge, I may just punch someone.  How could anyone possibly know how I feel?????

We’re getting a divorce you know.  My partner can’t handle the chaos….I guess they think I can.  I miss too much work these days, I have to take the other kids to school and who can afford a sitter?  I don’t know what I will do.  I will have to move for sure….but if I move and my child tries to come home, the house will be empty.  Oh please….someone help me!  Tell me what to do!

Retirement was supposed to be different than this.  We had plans to travel and see the world.  Now we have used almost all of our savings and we are watching the grandchildren….well they live here now.  We are their guardians according to the judge.  We don’t have any insurance for them and I worry so much.  The lawyers always want their money right now but where was the justice system when I was begging them for help when my now 44 year child was 12????  We really don’t talk about our child much.  The grandbabies ask questions but I just tell them that mommy/daddy is sick.  Well it’s true I guess and not really a lie.  We don’t go to those meetings the social worker told us about.  What on earth would they know about any of this mess?

When I think of the peace we felt when our child has been in jail it was sure better than this not knowing where they are or if they are.  When the phone rings it scares us.  We never let the grand babies answer, just in case it’s the police or…the morgue.  We don’t see our old friends anymore.  We are busy being parents again and maybe, just maybe we will get it right this time.  We know it’s our fault our child is like they are.  We must have done things wrong.  This time though, with the grand-babies….we will raise them right.

Sarah© 2012

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Lesson #2 *** Words *** Word *** Words ***


This Is What I Know For Sure Today:
Last week a 12 year old girl took her life because she was being bullied incessantly, and it appears that she could no longer take it.
Earlier this week an 11/12 year old boy who was bullied at home and school shot a couple of students-killed a teacher-then himself…he left a suicide note. Tuesday or yesterday a 14 year old boy who was bullied as a young child became a bully himself and shot and killed his 24 year old teacher. What it comes down to is this…bullies are not born they are created. And only WE can make the difference in the lives of the kids and others.
What a child sees and hears they learn; what they learn they practice; what they practice they become.
Words have more power than you can imagine. If used with care, words can hear, they will cause laughter, they inspire hope. On the other hand, words can destroy, they can harm, they can cause chaos and drama.
I love words. I am also very aware and cautious about what I say and what I write. As the saying goes, you can’t unring a bell. Once you’ve said something or written something, it is out there forever.
As you know, I watch people a lot. I also listen to the way they speak and the words they use. Things like; I am broke, I will never get another job, I hate you, why was I ever born, those people are going to give me a heart attack. And if I am around these people as they age…who who have said these things; I can guarantee you that they will never have enough money, never love the job they have, and will spend too much time wishing they were dead, and people who talk about the heart attack, headache, back ache will get those exact thing into their lives’. There is a saying, “what you think about, you bring about.” In the bible a scripture says, ‘as a man thinks so he is”. God SPOKE the world into existence. Do you see the power words have?
I have worked with so many people that believe they have no worth, no value, wish they had never been born, believe that they are inherently bad, that they a stupid or they were a mistake and worse.
You can build someone up with words, you can help them heal, you can encourage them to risk trying something they really want to do. Words can be soothing. They can help others feel love and hope. They can also cut people like a knife. One word from an adult can change a child’s life in a negative way forever. One word from an adult can improve the quality of a child’s self-esteem forever.
I want to encourage you to take time to speak if you are angry. I want to encourage you not to send that letter you wrote in haste when you were hurt. I want to encourage you to never use words that are demeaning and hurtful around a child.
If you are blessed enough to be given the chance to encourage someone who is broken, hurting, alone, afraid, ill, hopeless….please use that opportunity for the better. If everyone would just think before they speak or write something, many people would not be hurting now.
Remember the power of words and use them with wisdom.
I am sending you all pink, happy-happy-happy huggz.

Sarah-Pink Welch ©2013

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Lesson #7 Gifts, Santa Claus, and All That Jazz


It is probably fair to say that people are still out shopping for Christmas on this Thursday evening.

As I recall, I started hearing Christmas ads in October which I found to be totally insane.  I love Christmas but all the shopping and things isn’t what Christmas is supposed to be about.  I feel sad for children these days and as a child I remember hearing my dad say the very same thing.  So maybe some things haven’t changed so much.  I just wish kids were able to use their imagination or better still be encouraged to find some.

As you know I am a Jesus believer.  I’m not religious but I am spiritual.  So all the shopping and racing around looses me.  I make gifts as often as I can and keep my ‘Giving” list short.  Very short. I would rather give my time, clothes I never wear, some homemade cookies, or do some Christmas caroling in the neighborhood than buy things that don’t last.  Not that cookies will last, but folks seem to remember those.  🙂

Santa claus comes from a real man; Saint Nicholas who lived in the 4th century.  You should check him out, he was a very interesting guy and really gives an honest reality check to our present day Santa Claus.  Now we are all about electronics and gadgets.  What happened to traditions??  What has happened to our families??

Jesus is the reason for Christians to celebrate Christmas and with our infinite human intellect we have really messed that up.

I think it would be so great if no one could shop for anything until the week before Christmas or better yet, we had to make our own gifts to give.  Kids in Cincinnati are hungry and cold, it’s raining right now and I know that some are outside and they are wet.  But, no…we shop.  We party like there’s no tomorrow.  Kids write letters to Santa Claus and their parents max out their credit cards just to make sure everyone stays happy.

Take your children to a soup kitchen and volunteer.  Read them the Christmas story; the real one that is in the Bible.  Ask them to gather up all the toys they never play with anymore…clean them up and donate them to a hospital or daycare center.  Take them for a walk in the park and talk about what is real and hope filled.  I have yet to find hope in my computer.  Help them get their imagination in gear.   Make popcorn and string it up for your tree then feed the squirrels the popcorn later.  Make a gingerbread house from scratch then let the birds have it.

Traditions begin with us.  We pass them on to our children and if we are really smart and use our imaginations Christmas can really mean something again.

Love & Peace Always

                                                                                                             Sarah© 2011

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Lesson #8 Normal……..really?….just sayin’!


I have spent time thinking about the word or the concept of “NORMAL”.

I have finally come to my own conclusion about “normal”.  I researched it, read about it, and have realized that I don’t fit the description in any way, shape or form.  I’m not sad about it.  I am happy that I made my own definition for it and I am totally content with it.

Normal is definitely not what I am.  No, I don’t eat worms, or wear hats made of tinfoil, but I am not normal.  The people closest to me really aren’t normal either.  That is where I found my definition…right there in my inner circle.  And it’s going to be the very same place where you will find what normal is for you.

My Definition:  Normal is whatever the majority of people in your life decide it is!!  It’s that easy or that difficult.  I have pink hair, tattoos, piercings, and like baggy clothes.  Now, some of my people have some of those things and we like each other a lot.  Some have none of those things and we remain good friends.

When I step away from my people,  I stand out like a 60 foot statue of Pooh Bear.  People stare, they whisper, they even point at me as if to say, would you look at that!!  How dare she look like that and in public too.  I dare because I can.  If I didn’t believe how I believe, if I didn’t dress as I do, If I didn’t surround myself with like minded people, I would not be me.  I would be someone else.

So, normal is whatever you decide it is.  As long as you are being true to yourself, not hurting or offending anyone, then you are on your own journey of normal.  Enjoy and smile!!!

Sarah-Pink Welch © 2011

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