Born Again American 2nd release
Born Again American 2nd release
Failure is not the worst thing in the world. The very worst is not to try .
Corey woke with a jolt and looked around her bedroom. The phone was ringing in another room and it made her angry.
"Who the hell was calling," she practically shouted at the empty room?
Corey glanced at the clock: 10:13 AM.
The ringing ended and she tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. She had probably been in bed for ten or eleven hours, but the day held no prospects, no adventure, and no reason to roll out of bed. It was a typical day for Corey Adams.
Corey spent most days steeped in anger, not really at anyone or anything. She was just angry and desperate. It was her lifestyle and persona that propagated her bad mood, and had been so for nearly a decade.
She sat up and surveyed the room. Dirty clothing cluttered the floors, trash and clutter covered the counter tops and dust caked everything. A couple of the drawers were pulled out and sitting on the floor, and her closet door had a broken hinge.
Her government checks and food stamps were not enough to make her happy, but they were enough to make her question the motivation for getting a job. Her lifestyle and personal decisions had a pattern of sucking any positive energy that might take root in her soul.
She rolled out of bed, kicked a dirty pair of jeans out of her path and stumbled into the hallway that led to the kitchen. The floors were littered with trash and dirt, but Corey did not even notice. The coffee bin was devoid of fresh grounds so she heated up yesterday's coffee. She sat at the table and sipped on coffee, trying to clear the fog in her head.
For a few seconds, she wondered how long she been living this way. Corey did not know. She didn't even know what day it was, beyond the fact that today was not the day her unemployment check arrived. When she counted, she realized she had spent three solid years on unemployment. No jobs, no prospects and no motivation to find work. She was after all, making decent money just sitting at home.
Once upon a time, Corey had been motivated, driven and focused on goals. She had gone off to college with big dreams and plans that would change the world. She had believed in an America where her work and efforts could produce something valuable. She now knew that place did not exist.
The pain of existence was nearly breathless, and yet the thought of ending life was incomprehensible. As a young girl in college, bad luck had taught her that she was like most people, stuck in a purgatory of existence called life.
She opened the fridge and found some leftovers. Tomorrow: food stamps and a trip to the grocery store. The thought nearly brought a smile, and then she remembered the phone that had ruined her slumber.
Who had called her at 10 in the morning? She looked at the number, but didn't recognize the area code. The caller had left a voice mail:
"Hey Corey, it's Aaron Billings from ASU. I know it's been ten years but hope you remember me. It's taken me years to find the courage to reach out to you. I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about you. I remember all the fun times we had joking, studying and philosophizing before you dropped out and disappeared. Anyway, I just needed to reach out to you. It happens that I'll be in Phoenix tomorrow and would like to get together. Please call!"
A sad smile came to Corey's face as she remembered a time period when everything was possible, and a young man named Aaron with sandy hair and blue eyes that captured her heart. When it came to academics, Aaron Billings was a ball of fire. He could talk and express algebraic equations like emotions to the nth degree. He loved to emotionally chatter about how to invent things that would change the world. When