tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post9053313605985650326..comments2024-03-08T23:13:59.239-08:00Comments on Follow the Muse: ChevyAmy Saiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366018143891761noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-89475134344586265702012-03-05T11:23:48.974-08:002012-03-05T11:23:48.974-08:00That's probably true Cro, and a good way to lo...That's probably true Cro, and a good way to look at it.Amy Saiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366018143891761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-72928068695951722452012-03-05T11:23:20.117-08:002012-03-05T11:23:20.117-08:00Thank you--I'm surrounded by people who are &#...Thank you--I'm surrounded by people who are 'rich' in their hearts and minds here on blogger!Amy Saiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366018143891761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-78347193200230692722012-03-05T11:22:05.281-08:002012-03-05T11:22:05.281-08:00I love you too Dear Molly!I love you too Dear Molly!Amy Saiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366018143891761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-55505010943460052952012-03-05T11:21:48.687-08:002012-03-05T11:21:48.687-08:00So very well said!So very well said!Amy Saiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366018143891761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-27016303580457871302012-03-05T10:06:46.394-08:002012-03-05T10:06:46.394-08:00I don't know how to comment except to say - Am...I don't know how to comment except to say - Amy, you made it through to make you the person you are today and I love who you are.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604864977387798470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-6420339588191893672012-03-05T08:54:23.255-08:002012-03-05T08:54:23.255-08:00I grew up poor, but did not know it until I was al...I grew up poor, but did not know it until I was almost a teenager. I was taught that the word "class" was the way you acted, not what you owned. There were times when we had no electricity, little food in the pantry, and a very minimum amount of clothes. My toys consisted of a doll, a ball, and a jump rope. It was a different time though and from my perspective, that was the way most people lived. We were told and taught not to be jealous of what others may have, but be grateful for what we had. My teenage years were difficult as we moved to another neighborhood and kids can be mean. However, I would not change a thing about my childhood. It taught me so much, and made me the person that I am today. <br /><br />I think we can gain so much from pain. Although those times can be so difficult, it gives us the ability to have emphathy for others.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-35772083010851346272012-03-05T07:26:13.606-08:002012-03-05T07:26:13.606-08:00I quite expect the kid who's shirt it'd be...I quite expect the kid who's shirt it'd been, came from a family that struggled too. <br /><br />The problem comes when you've got the Chevy, and immediately want a Rolls.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317808419889516476.post-56279623829926112192012-03-05T06:47:23.038-08:002012-03-05T06:47:23.038-08:00It's not easy to be what you perceive as "...It's not easy to be what you perceive as "poor" but it does build strength of character. I see that in you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com