My assistant managers friend often spends hours on end up at the store. She has two children that she brings up, one off which is ADHD. Well, tonight she had left her children at home and I stayed at the store fours hours longer than I shoulda, talking to this woman. After awhile, the conversation turned towards the assistant manager and her pregnant daughter.

The conversation itself left me with some interesting thoughts.

What is it like to grow up without any stability? What must it be like to grow up with parents who have no controll over their own lifes, much less over yours? What happens if your parents never teach you dependability? What if they're never around and never show you any kind of sacrifice?

Most everyone in their lives has "A Rock". This is someone that you can rely on. You know they're gonna be there for you no matter what. Well, what happens when this rock disappears? Parents die, friends and rrelatives move away, spouses get divorced. What happens when the single solid object in a sea of quicksand starts to sink?

My rock is inside. I don't need to rely on anyone else, because I know that if everyone in my life dissapeared tonight, I would pull through just fine. It's a calming feeling. And it's comforting to know that when it's time for my parents to go, I'll only be missing them, and not their money or their advice or their anything else.

Though don't get me wrong, mom and dad. I really do appreciate the help in life. And if it weren't for the fact that you raises me so gosh darn well, I wouldn't be where I am. And I have absolutely no desire to take on a second job to make ends meet. But I can is the point. If you two disappeared overnight, I wouldn't lie awake at night wondering if I was gonna be kicked out in the morning.

Now. What is your rock?