In Response to Your Request, No

"In response to your request, no."

These words still echo in my heart and yet I must move on forgetting the words and the one who decided to text them...

How did I get to those words? 

Last year I decided to take a leap of faith and pursue my career in writing while finishing college. I quit my job of 12 years and cashed in all of my savings and drove with my two dogs to Libby, Montana. I rented a quaint little house that was surprisingly uncomfortable from day one but what could I do when no other place was willing to rent to a person with two dogs. The house was colder inside than it was outside and this was during late summer. The coldness did not go away and greeted me with breath vapor each morning of fall, winter and spring. This coldness was a new experience for me. So much so, that I was not able to write; my hands were constantly cold and typing with gloves proved difficult. 

I managed at best and met remarkable people. Libby is a very friendly little town with a lot of interesting history. However, I don't want to bore you with details on my first blog post. Today, I want to concentrate on the words, "In response to your request, no."  Today, I am out of money. I ran out a couple of months ago. The house was cold and I spent a lot of money trying to keep myself warm. Not to forget, I replaced their toilet with a standard size toilet. Theirs was the size of a child's toilet. There were many other purchases I made to make the house a bit comfortable for me. Money had been spent for unexpected expenses. So, when times got unbearable I did the one thing most people would do and that was to contact my dad and explain my serious situation. I explained to him that I was out of money and was facing eviction and losing everything. I asked my dad for help nothing too much, just enough to afford my rent and move me to another city where I could find work, $2,500. I had previously asked my dad to invest in my writing career because I wanted to set up a website and logo and he sent $1,000. Not enough to get started but it came in handy when I needed rent. So, I will have to admit asking him for help after receiving the little investment amount was painful. However, with the words of need and desperation  imagine my shock when my dad sent me a text message that read, "In response to your request, no." 

This is where my story begins.....
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