Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Fair


I shared this story a long time ago, and it seems appropriate to share it again.  
My daughter was 10 years at the time.
She came home from school after having gone on a field trip to the high school to see the production department at Buena.  She’d had a blast and really got excited about getting into that program when she starts high school.  The field trip came to select group of class members that had been rewarded for accomplishing a certain grade on a test or something like that.  
When she was telling me about the activities in the classroom before they left for the high school, I couldn’t help but pay close attention.
She explained the kids who weren’t able to go were upset.  She told me how bad she felt that they couldn’t go and further expressed her sympathy for them.  It was at this point I asked her why they couldn’t go.  Without hesitation she answered the question.  They couldn’t go because they didn’t get grade they needed to qualify.  I asked her what she had done to go.  She told me she worked with her group really hard to get an A on the work.  She and her group all wanted to go on the field trip, so they set out to achieve that goal.
I then asked her if she thought it was fair that even though the kids that didn’t do their best should get the same reward as she did for doing her best.  The pause before the answer was magnificent.  She said, “Well no.”  Hmmm.
Even though she agreed that the kids should have to earn their reward, she felt bad for those who didn’t go on the field trip.  Good for her to be sympathetic, but good for her for acknowledging the consequences of actions.
That evening I recounted the conversation with my daughter to my husband.  We are both of the same opinion when it comes to working for what you have.  I was sort of excited for the opportunity to explain work ethic to my daughter.  That conversation has resonated with me more and more since it happened.
The President gave a speech recently about the wealthy paying their “fair share” of taxes.  I need to look no further than Fox News to share some statistics about the taxes being paid by the wealthy.  Of course (because I’d be an idiot to not) I looked up and validated the information being disseminated on Fox.  I find it interesting that the top 1% of earners in this country are paying about 70% of the taxes.  
If I decided to pursue my own gain, and work hard to achieve it, according to our President, I should have to share my earnings with those who don’t work to earn it.  How is that fair?  What are we actually teaching Americans?  What we’re teaching is being rewarded for hard work is bad.  Isn’t that what the American Dream was all about?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying some of our taxes shouldn’t go to aiding those who need it.  I agree there is a responsibility of our government to help those who can’t help themselves.  But therein lies the very issue.  How are we defining that?  What actually constitutes being unable to help one’s self?
I’ve wanted to blog about this for years.  I am going to get this off my chest.
The welfare system is about as worthless as a $3 bill.  I’ve seen first hand the abuse of what was once a good system.  The theory behind the welfare system came during the time of the Great Depression when thousands of people were unable to find work and provide for their families.  The purpose was to use the welfare program as a crutch until things turned around.  Brilliant!  It is now being used as permanent handicap.
If you’d like to see how welfare money is being spent, look no further than your local convenience store near a trailer part or run down part of town.  When I was managing a convenience store 10 years ago, I was astounded at the amount of product being paid for with food stamps.  Time after time I sold Twinkies, soda, chips, and a plethora of other junk food to people using food stamps.  Right after paying for those items, they’d purchase a six pack of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and frequently a bottom shelf liquor with cash.  How unethical is that?  What can I do?  There I was working 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, for $35,000 a year to see the 36% of MY income pay for that.  
There are several examples I could list off that infuriate me.  There are individuals who suffer from mental and physical handicaps that truly cannot work.  Unfortunately they’re not the ones benefitting from the welfare system.  
I wrote a blog a while ago about seeing a woman in a wheel chair being abused by two younger people leaving a grocery store.  The more I thought about that situation, the more disgusted I became.  Obviously what I’m about to say is a massive assumption, but the likelihood of it’s truth is wide.  The woman in the wheel chair probably receives food stamps and all the government assistance she needs.  The two people abusing her are more than likely reaping the benefits.  That woman probably needs them to live.  So, she’s stuck.  It’s grossly unfair.
To expand on the abuse of welfare, think about the medical costs being assumed by states.  Arizona specifically has a major problem with that.  Illegal immigrants are coming over and having their children, thus making them American citizens, all on the taxpayers dime.  I can’t take my son to the doctor without proving I have insurance.  I can’t take my kid to school without providing a birth certificate.  
There are several contributing factors to the deficit in the state of Arizona.  Politics are the biggest.  Schools are being closed.  Classroom sizes have grown by 1/3.  Teachers are working part time jobs at Wal-Mart to make ends meet and still paying out of pocket for supplies in their classrooms.  Hospitals are cutting back staff because of their amount of bills unpaid by patients.  
The point is, the way to fix our economy is to truly correct spending.  I’m no accountant, but I’m thinking if priorities were adjusted we’d suddenly find ourselves with more revenue.  It’s frustrating to see those who have worked hard to build their wealth be called greedy and selfish and to find they are paying the bulk of our nation’s costs.  Maybe it’s my narrow minded conservative thinking that can’t understand why the job creators are the culprits.  
I believe we should work hard and contribute to our society.  Be a good citizen.  Shop locally as often as possible.  Go to work and take active rolls in our children’s lives.  Live within our means.   Obey the laws.  Help others when you can.  I don’t believe creating dependency is the answer.  I don’t believe others should be forced to pay for my life.  What satisfaction would I get from successes of others?  I guess if I’m eating free steak, driving a free car, living in a comfortable house for free or very little cost, I might change my mind.  But since I have a husband who works and makes what Uncle Sam believes to be enough to not qualify for any assistance I don’t see that happening any time soon.   But, also since I don’t qualify for help, we make enough to pay for those who can’t.    

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Journey To Publishing

Putting one's self out there is a brave act.  Subjecting yourself to criticism that may or may not be desired is nothing short of character building.  I happen to be unafraid of just about anyone's opinion of me.  Frequently, that mentality has placed me in a stereotype of cocky or just plain conceited.  Truth be told, it when I make the choice to put myself out there, a certain level of self esteem is necessary in order to survive.
Singing in bands, karaoke, or even auditioning for various talent shows, I've built a wall of self assuredness that isn't concrete, but nevertheless solid.  I've written blogs upon blogs varying in topic.  The blogs that open a window to my inner most thoughts and deepest emotional turmoil have been obviously the most revealing.  All in all, the overall reception of said blogs has been positive.
Despite my tendency to write about deeper subject matter, I have written several poems and a handful of children's style stories.  It has been my dream since I was a little girl to see my book on the shelf of a book store or library.  I never put much stock into what the kind of book it would be that would satisfy my dream.  Lately, the dream has taken shape and for the first time since the books' conception, I feel like I'm getting to a place where this is actually going to happen.
Too long I have placed the progress of this book on the shoulders of others.  For 10 years I've had a collection of stories that are to put it mildly, FANTASTIC, on a shelf in my personal library.  I lack the ability to illustrate.  I've needed someone to mold my idea into a tangible material.  Finally, I've been able to push that progress along.  My little sister has an uncanny artistic ability that I have longed to marry to these books.  Now that I've been able to obtain the information I've needed in order to get this published, I have a renewed sense of self and determination.  I am encouraged that my infectious enthusiasm has somewhat gone viral.
I've been on the phone and email all this week talking to companies about publishing my book.  I don't know why I haven't pursued this before now.  Frankly it's annoying.  But, I am harvesting information so fast I don't have the silo to contain it all.  I am actually using software to keep track of it all.  The opportunities are so immense it's going to take some time to process and select the most profitable and feasible company.  Just writing that makes me a little teary eyed.

There are so many different companies out there willing to support publishing.  Everything from self publishing, to Print On Demand (POD), to getting contracted with a company is at my disposal.  Today I found out just how insanely affordable this can be.  The risk involved is substantial.  Anytime you put money up front to engage is scary.  How much will I get back?  How long will it take to see a return?  The questions are infinite.  Today, I was able to put some ease to the litany of unknowns.  Of course I would be an idiot to believe this is going to make me a millionaire.  I've got wits about me.  What I'm only hoping for is the opportunity to fail or succeed.  Success is actually getting a book available for someone, anyone to buy.  Whether I sell 10 or 5,000 it doesn't matter.  But after talking to this company today, I'm seeing the likelihood of selling books by the thousands becoming more and more realistic.  The core of my soul is trembling.  The thrill of this finally taking off is impossible for me to articulate.

I don't know how to dream any other way than grand.  The concept I have has inspired so many different forms of revenue the list is reaching pages of ideas.  I can't stop thinking about what I have right now.  It doesn't help that I spend a significant amount of my day watching Nick Jr. and seeing the fruits of similar minded folks' labor.  I want to be one of those minds.  I am done wishing and hoping and dreaming.  I am ready to set this rocket on fire and see where it goes.  The sky is quite literally the limit.  There is absolutely no one to blame any more for this being merely a thought.  My time is when ever I make it.  My time is now.

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