Memoirs of a Geisha
A few years back,I read a book titled, “Memoirs of a Geisha”. My story is not so exotic, but still noteworthy. I was born to a man from the South and a woman from the North. Those two worlds were destined to collide and I was collateral damage. I spent my formative years (2-5) in a foster home, along with my sister. She was a wonderful person who protected me like a mother, although she was only 2 1/2 years older than me. We were reunited with our mother who exhibited mental imbalances for the remainder of her life. She was also an alcoholic. I learned two valuable life lessons from my mother. Never drink and to be grateful for everything I got. I became an adult when I was able to truly forgive my mother. Many people who know me personally can’t believe I’m not an alcoholic, drug addicted person due to the traumas of my childhood, as well as adult life. I am about to have a very big birthday soon and can honestly say, “I love life, my children and my grandchildren.” I have always hated games (card games, board games, etc.) which is why I love Turking. I am able to use my mind and get paid a little for doing it. I can go on-line at 2am or 2 pm, whenever I want. I can choose the questions or tasks I want to work on. I could have droned on about all the horrible events that have happened in my life, but I choose (yes, CHOOSE) to dweel upon the positive. Adios, my fellow Turkers.
