Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert
Let me set the stage for you. There’s this super “inspiring” story about a young woman in her early 20s, growing up in an environment filled with violence, poverty, and utter lack of education. Oh, and let’s not forget her “wonderful” attitude problem.
Now, this girl has been on her own since she was a mere 14 years old, and boy, did she fail spectacularly. I mean, who wouldn’t when you have no one to guide you, right? So at the ripe old age of 23, she’s sitting there, staring at her sad excuse for a cupboard, which consists of one lonely can of chicken with stars from Campbell’s chicken soup. Yep, that’s the highlight of her culinary collection.
Not only is she struggling to feed herself, but she’s also drowning in a pile of bills she can’t pay. Oh, and did I mention that she recently experienced some sort of traumatic event that left her unable to work long hours? Life just keeps hitting her with the good stuff.
But guess what? Just when things couldn’t get any worse, she loses her baby, and the cherry on top? Her own lovely mother swoops in and snatches away her last $600. Family, right? Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
And then, out of the blue, this mysterious, dark, and oh-so-handsome man saunters into her life. He throws her a bone, claiming he can teach her how to never be hungry again. Who can resist an offer like that? So, this woman with an already hardened heart decides to give up on humanity altogether and becomes the “best” female dancer in Houston, Texas. Bravo.
But hey, who needs a real job, stability, or emotional support when you can dance your way to success, right? What a fantastic story of perseverance and sarcasm in the face of adversity.
Ah, the elusive nature of courage, forever intertwined with our old pal, fear. You see, I once had a deep-rooted fear that I would become a spitting image of my mother. A life of poverty, perpetual anger, endless hunger – you get the charming picture. But hey, guess what? I defied all odds and emerged as a confident, stunning woman who could stand on her own two feet. A true masterpiece in the making, if I do say so myself.
But hold onto your hats, folks, because life loves throwing curveballs. In walks this dashing, charming man, offering to whisk me away to a life better than my wildest dreams. Oh, how foolish I was. Little did I know that behind that charming façade lurked the ultimate scoundrel, the master of deception.
Yep, ladies and gents, I won the jackpot when it comes to disastrous encounters. This so-called savior turned out to be a walking, talking example of everything despicable. Ah, the irony. Trust me, I’ve met my fair share of scoundrels, but this one took the cake. And trust me, that cake tasted a little too much like betrayal and heartache.
So there you have it, folks. Life likes to throw us punches just when we gather the courage to face our fears. But fear not, for in our journey of self-discovery, we uncover the beauty in our strength and resilience. And as for those debonair charlatans? Well, they make for one heck of a story to tell.
Courage, fear, scoundrels – the grand tapestry of life’s little surprises. Keep following the blog for the sequel to this where I reveal just what this louse did. Make no mistake, I was culpable…
Reba Nietert 