A long time ago I lived in Appalachia for a year. I was in my early 30’s and completely lost. I did not know what my life was.
Before I got there, to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, I thought I knew everything. I had been in Florida for about 10 years, married and with a step-son, working hard in offices, and going to school. I graduated with my accounting degree at the top of my class and sat for the CPA exam in the weeks before I turned 30.
By the time I was 31, I was divorcing, had lost the house, had no money, no job, and no hope. Everything about my life was a failure. Through an odd course of events, there I was, in about the poorest place in America, with absolutely nothing.
I was staying with a very poor family. My host was a woman with 4 kids and one on the way and a husband who couldn’t stay there or she would not get her government check. She took me in for no reason at all. I did nothing but play with the kids all day out on the front porch and in the dirt.
In this place they speak with a very strong dialect and only children could tolerate me asking what everyone was saying all day. I might as well have been in a foreign country. I had a six year old translator and she was my best company.
One day, out of the blue, a person I knew from my Florida time showed up. He was a distant relation of these people and the way I had gotten there a few months back. He got out of the car and looked at me in disbelief. “Why are you still here?”
I had no idea what to say.
“Sharon! You have dirty feet! I can’t believe this.”
I looked at my dirty feet and thought how far away my old life was and realized I was happy.
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