Things Are Not Always as They Appear
Things Are Not Always As They Appear
By
Tammy Templeton
I guess you could say that the mistakes that I make are my fault. And, I should take on the responsibility of the consequences of my actions. It seems that everyone wants to blame everyone else for their problems. They end up in trouble with the law, or with drugs, or financial debt, and then they want to blame everyone else but themselves. People don’t want to take a look at whom they are associated with and wonder how they got themselves into the messes they have made with their lives. I guess you could say that I use to be one of those people. Not the person you wouldn’t want to be around, but the person who never thought other people around me could cause such troubles and bad choices. About three years ago, I met up with a friend on Facebook. I hadn’t seen her in probably 15 years. She had changed, not only in appearance, but in the ways of the world as well. It had seemed life had “caught up with her”. The girl I remember was this cute little blonde in high school with long, blonde hair, beautiful complexion, a lot of friends and boyfriends, and a good sense of direction with what she wanted to do with her life. Well, it seemed to me that fate had different plans for her. After making arrangements for my children, which wasn’t easy because let’s face it, people just don’t want to watch your kids while you hang out with your friends, my friend and I went to the local club in town. I don’t think I had been out like this in quite a while, but looked forward to getting dressed up and just talking to an adult. This night was going to be fun, but first, I had to drive to her house to pick her up because she didn’t have a car at this time (not sure she has one now). So, I pull into this trailer park and this redheaded, chunky, girl with a pound of makeup comes stumbling out the door down the steps. She was dressed in tight jeans and a shirt that looked like my teenage daughter could
By
Tammy Templeton
I guess you could say that the mistakes that I make are my fault. And, I should take on the responsibility of the consequences of my actions. It seems that everyone wants to blame everyone else for their problems. They end up in trouble with the law, or with drugs, or financial debt, and then they want to blame everyone else but themselves. People don’t want to take a look at whom they are associated with and wonder how they got themselves into the messes they have made with their lives. I guess you could say that I use to be one of those people. Not the person you wouldn’t want to be around, but the person who never thought other people around me could cause such troubles and bad choices. About three years ago, I met up with a friend on Facebook. I hadn’t seen her in probably 15 years. She had changed, not only in appearance, but in the ways of the world as well. It had seemed life had “caught up with her”. The girl I remember was this cute little blonde in high school with long, blonde hair, beautiful complexion, a lot of friends and boyfriends, and a good sense of direction with what she wanted to do with her life. Well, it seemed to me that fate had different plans for her. After making arrangements for my children, which wasn’t easy because let’s face it, people just don’t want to watch your kids while you hang out with your friends, my friend and I went to the local club in town. I don’t think I had been out like this in quite a while, but looked forward to getting dressed up and just talking to an adult. This night was going to be fun, but first, I had to drive to her house to pick her up because she didn’t have a car at this time (not sure she has one now). So, I pull into this trailer park and this redheaded, chunky, girl with a pound of makeup comes stumbling out the door down the steps. She was dressed in tight jeans and a shirt that looked like my teenage daughter could