I know it’s been a while since I last wrote a post, but shit happens, life happens. The last time I wrote it was about Taking Risk, which was like a preface to this post. I’m a firm believer in if you don’t’ take risk you have a higher risk because you never took the risk. I hope that makes sense because in my head it did. So, let’s just jump right into it.
January 22, 2018, it was a cold dark night. I was on my way home from work and was waiting at the bus stop. This black dog walks up to me and a few other people at the bus stop. She appeared to be hungry and hurt. Now, I’m not a big fan of dogs, shit I’m scared of them, they have teeth and they bite. But for some reason I wasn’t scared of this dog. I was only a mile from my house. So, I decided to let this dog follow me to the nearest store to get her some food. Long story short, she ended up following me all the way home. The SPCA came to my house, and explained that if no one comes to claim her, she maybe but to sleep. So, my son and I decided to keep her. That night she slept in my son’s room on the floor and we named her Knight.
Three days later, my landlord called me and explained that I couldn’t not have pets in my apartment. She gave me a choice and I decided, fuck it, we need to move anyways. I’ve been living at my apartment for 7 years. I always wanted to move but I hate change. That shit is scary as fuck but, we fell in love with Knight. I choose a dog over having stable housing, some would call me nuts and some would call me a hero lol.
So, now it’s time for me to look for a house with a backyard to move to, soon. While, I was searching for places, I became overwhelmed and started to cry. I really couldn’t afford to move, especially not in Philadelphia. The prices were so high for such shity places to live. The crime rate was going up, the public school system is failing and the people are becoming less friendly. So, right there and then I googled, “best places to live in American today.” First thing to pop up was North Carolina, Raleigh/Durham. Funny, thing is my best friend lives there. So, I started to look for jobs in NC.
I became much stressed over the past two weeks, because no jobs were calling me back fast enough. I needed to move and I needed to move now. My landlord gave me 30 days to get the fuck out. So, I’m under pressure at this point with time. I see this message somewhere on social media that stated “don’t monitor what you put in God’s hands”. And at the moment, I chilled, I put everything in God’s hands and boy did he work.
I received a phone call on a Monday (2/12/18) that the Department of Social Services in Durham wanted to interview me. They asked me to Skype on Friday at 3pm. Just my luck I was flying in town that Friday for a party anyways. The interview went great, they loved me, and why they wouldn’t. I love what I do and I’m good at what I do. I’m also a people person. Monday I was flying back to Philly. While I was going through security, my phone rung, I picked it up and guess, what ….I got the Job.
I moved out of my apartment of 7 years, which was very emotional for me, into my parents’ house. I stayed there for 2 weeks. While all this was going on I had Knight in Foster care. The first family did not work out, they had a small child. Plus they lived in Maryland and that ride was not pleasant. I found another home for Knight closer to Philly. They were a great family, who just so happened to lose their dog after 12 years. I found a townhouse that was prefect for us, but they did not take aggressive breeds. Which is total not fucking fair because Knights an awesome ass dog and member of our family. I felt like she protected us and was meant to be with us. We started to live for Knight. So, I had to break it down to my son that we could not keep her and that she was with a good family. My son, is emotional about certain things and a lot of other things he doesn’t give two shits about. When I explained the situation to him, boy did he cry, he was not trying to hear it. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Mom, she’s like family, we can’t leave her”. I felt his pain and did not want to leave her myself. Later on that night, I walked into the room my son was in and we held one another and cried, hard. I promised him that we would get another dog and that Knight is doing fine where she’s at.
I had to convince myself that Knight was put in my life for a reason. I saved her and she saved me. I would have never moved without that push. Knight put me throw so much and such little time. But I continued to fight for her. My son and I got into our new SUV and drove down 85 to our new journey. Now, I’m in a new states, new job, and new house. I have the opportunity to start over. It’s was all God’s plan with my angel Knight as his messenger.