First, let me explain Bolton Rd, it is an odd stretch of a street, it goes from being very distressed (fancy name for ghetto see photo on left) to enormously wealthy (fancy name for filthy rich see photo on right). Bolton Rd takes you straight into Buckhead and for those of you that don't know Buckhead is like the Beverly Hills of Georgia. Bolton Rd magically changes, it goes through it's own metamorphosis, like your driving through some kind of worm hole from one reality to another in less than a mile. First you see the poor people walking up and down the streets (regardless of race) and with a blink of an eye they turn it to rich people jogging through the streets (regardless of race) all on the same stretch of road in less than 3 minutes. OK, back to the babies, I drop hubby off and race back down the street hoping to get a closer picture thinking about whether to call Family Service's. This is what I captured (see babies on left)!
It was difficult for me to get this picture, I wanted a better one, so I made a u-turn and got stuck at a light. I couldn't see the babies from this position all I could see was the father, I would need to turn around and get my shot from the other side of the street. I felt like one of those lunatic stalking paparazzi people! As I'm sitting at the light fuming that this man, this human being, would leave his babies on top of his dilapidated pickup, all I kept thinking about was what if they fall off, get hurt, where was the mom, why are these kids sitting out in the sun on top this truck, he must be on massive drugs??? I was about to take a picture of Dad and call the police but, I stopped, I watched him diligently working at his job, I put my camera and my anger down! He was power washing this home, cutting the grass, painting small areas on the porch and babysitting! Constantly he was running over to check on his babies, watching them at every turn, while he worked hard to feed them! I stopped passing my judgment and realized that this guy is doing the best he can! Due to the economy those of us that work for ourselves or a company have lost our jobs and been forced to, "By any means Necessary," take on any job they can find and do the best they can for their family.For example, a couple of weeks ago as I was talking to the really nice Repo man, who at 4 in the morning was taking away our hefty $600.00 a month 2008 pick-up, (that I told hubby not to buy last year) he shared with us his own story. He told us how he lost his construction business of 20 years, his home, his cars, filed bankruptcy, got Medicaid, even got Food Stamps from the government and took his current job as the Repo man just to feed his family! I felt a sort of kindred spirit with this man as I happily walked back into my home waving bye-bye to the stress of my own enormous debt!
Note: Hubby is looking for something workable and more affordable (under 10k) as we speak and I'm very proud of him:)
The next day as I was joyfully taking hubby (loving one car with one gas tank:) to work on my favorite street Bolton Rd, that same guy was working on that same house and on this day the babies were not on the truck! Dad was hustling just as hard at 7:30 in the morning!
Soooooo, what are your thoughts on the babies, passing judgment, the economy, the Repo man or Bolton Rd?:)