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Posted by James at March 11, 2012
Tags: Bad Luck  Health  2012 March

Let's just keep this post high school. My father wouldn't help me with anything towards secondary education, despite paying the full bill for my brother to attend college. My mother had brain cancer, so he allowed me to stay at home after high school (take care of her) until she passed away, then promptly kicked me out, never to talk to me again. Went to community college, then to a four year college but had to drop out after a few semesters because I couldn't get enough student loans (I was living off campus, and working 60 hours a week). Dropped out, worked for two years to save money to finish school. Decided I wanted to go to nursing school this time. A week before school was to start, the beer distributor (store) that I was working at was robbed. Gave the nice man the money and still got shot. Spent a few weeks in the hospital with no health insurance. Got some of the bills waived, but still had to use most of my school money. Went to nursing school the next year and within the first month my apartment was robbed. No renters insurance. The following year, the apartment complex caught fire. Still no renters insurance. Finished nursing school, and thought everything was going to change. Got a job, was able to buy a nice used car for myself. Then some moron in a nice silver BMW decided to go 50 mph in a gas station parking lot and smashed into the driver's side of my parked vehicle (Was in vehicle eating a chili cheese dog). Back to the hospital. When I got out, could only work part time, despite piles of bills. One day home from work, helped a woman in her 30's that was on the side of the road with her car broken down. Apparently I beat her, and am tangled in that mess. You think your life sucks? Try mine.


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Comments:
By Truth at 13,Mar,12 19:30

...damn chili cheese dogs. Let that be a lesson to you, champ!


By anonymous at 13,Mar,12 23:54

WTF? is this a true story? you have really bad luck. i feel bad for you if this is true. honestly, i would go perform some luck spells. i am sorry but they do work. go to the library and get some books on spells and luck. and do every little superstitious thing u can cuz u might have some hex on you. i am being dead serious.

u seem like a good and hardworking person. best of luck. u need it. and do try the luck spells. they work.


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