I was actually just working on a bit of a fun post for tonight, but just spoke to my grandmother and got some bad new AGAIN!!!. Honestly, I don’t see myself finishing it because I am not in the mood. This time its not about my grandparents, and instead its about my uncle.
I won’t go into it too much because its not my story to tell, but yesterday evening he went to cash a cheque and he was robbed. His options were the money or his life. Obviously, he choose his life. And with everything going on, that money that he lost could have gone a long way, paying bills and buying groceries.
I have been in 3 situations where I have almost almost been robbed and its fucking scary.
What is the world that we live in? Does the bad shit ever stop? Or are some people more lucky than others?