My two reasons for fighting for my country.

My two reasons for fighting for my country.

Have you ever met one of those people who think they can do everything by themselves?  If you’ve ever met me then yes you have.  For me, asking for help has always been the equivalent to admitting defeat. Something of late I hate doing more than I hate watching Nancy Pelosi speak.

I once moved a couch up the stairs of my house all by myself just because I didn’t want to bother any one else with the task. I was hell-bent on doing it and was not going to accept defeat from a couch. It took me an hour but in the end I did it. Please ignore the hole in my wall.

But the problem with this is, I realize my lust for complete independence is not necessarily a good trait. People were meant to be needed.  And I love being the one who gets to help the other person. But somehow I end up always being the one needing the help.

Last week I had some good news.  The good news was, a meteor did not strike my house.  The bad news is, everything else bad that could have happened did.  The most costly of which was my car breaking down.  Being a single Mom, I have called many times on my friend’s husband, who are like family to me,  to come and rescue me. He calls me his other wife without any benefits.  I have really bad taste in cars evidently because this is about his 6th time in 3 years.

But alas, with the car repair, I saw my dreams of CPAC, the Conservative Political Action Conference in DC this week disappear with my wallet.  And I thought to myself well God, I guess I just wasn’t meant to attend.  I applied for my credentials in early February and got them straight away.  Last years attendance to CPAC was also nothing short of a miracle.  I literally made my flight reservations one day prior to the conference as everything fell in to place. It was such a God thing.

So this year with the conference only a few days away, I have been put back to zero.  I thought I could let it go.  But this morning as I woke up at 2 am thinking about it I realized I can’t. That asking for help is not a sign of weakness, but rather strength.  A very humbling kind at that.

I would love to be there for so many reasons. This is one of our most important and pivotal moments in American history.  Our constitution is under attack like never before.  And truthfully,  I’m no one special, I’m just a mom.  A mom who has this crazy notion she can save her country for her kids and leave this place better than where she found it.  They are why I do this.

The invitations are flooding in to interview and speak with the leaders that are shaping the policy and direction of our country. More than anything now I want my voice to be in the mix.

When I go to the grocery store and my son goes with me he always asks for those really crappy toys you find in a grocery store magically dangling on every freaking aisle.  They are items you find in the discount bin at the dollar store marked up 10 times.  He ALWAYS asks.  I always say no. But then I thank him for asking and never to stop.  I tell him all the time you will never get what you want in life if you don’t learn to ask for it.

So, I am humbly asking for help.  If you can donate and feel so inclined please do.

And if you can’t, then I still wish a million blessings on you and if your car ever breaks down please call me first.  I’m due some pay-it-forwards.

God Bless You and thank you!