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Why I Am Doing It

Gas is currently 4.05, or 4.09, or 4.12 a gallon where I live.  Who knows it may be even higher today.

We were without internet, cable, or phone for over a week, because I couldn't pay the bill.

I have $40 after the bills were paid today to cover my gas and groceries for a week.

My student loan is garnished from my paycheck because I defaulted while home being a mommy to Spencer for the first year of his life.  They get $100/week from me.  The only way to stop that is to pay an extra $120/month out of my own pocket for 9 consecutive months.

My oldest son will be graduating from high school in 3 years.  He's gonna want to go to college.  I'm gonna want to help him out with that.

Once my divorce is final, and I am on my work's health insurance, my paycheck will be even smaller every week.  And the insurance doesn't cover much.

I owe thousands of dollars from my little "retreat" I went on for 5 days back in January that isn't covered by our current health insurance for various reasons.

It's Mother's Day weekend, and this Sunday I won't be able to give my mom a gift, let alone use the gas it would take to drive to her house to give her a hug and a kiss.

I'm sick of being poor.  I'm not looking for charity, or a handout, or sympathy.  I wound up here on my own.  And I need to fix it on my own.

For all of the reasons above, and because I have two little men who deserve better than what I can give them right now, I am meeting with a recruiter on Monday.  I have weighed all of the options.  I have done my list of pros and cons.  And it keeps coming back to me needing to do this.  For me, for my boys, for my country.    They may not take me because of my mental breakdown, they might not take me because of various other reasons.  But I am going to go for it.  I am going to attempt to join the Air National Guard. 

I'll keep you posted!

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