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Guest Post by Taylor Green

I felt a tremor, it has to be a 5 on the Rector scale—shook the house and lasted for a few seconds. A squirrel ran and hid behind a tree frantically moving its tiny head around like it had seen a bear. Those backpackers had another party last night and left trash over the yard. The housekeepers took all the lemons off the lemon tree. Alfred said he is going to talk to them about it. He said those lemons are for us and the bastards are stealing.

The news reported that we haven’t had an earthquake since 1931. I hope that tremor was not a prelude to things to come because the Pacific Ocean surrounds New Zealand in the middle of nowhere. I like it here although sometimes the people can be a bit rude. The cab drivers are especially rude. Standing outside the hospital waiting on my taxi. A cab driver with a turban on his head waved me over, “Miss, you called cab, right?" Yes, I did. He said, “Where you going?” I got inside the cab and handed him my medical card where I get 50% discount. I said 10054 Hillard Street. “Oh, no, you’re in wrong cab, you get in cab behind me,” motioning with his hand. I said, “No, this is the right cab. They said Cab #14. I’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. “No no, I don’t care this wrong cab you get in cab behind me. I go to airport I got 5 kids to feed, get out!” He reached over the seat to open the door. I said, what’s your name? “Freddie, my name Freddie.” I said I’m going to report you, Freddie. “I don’t care,” he handed me his card with Freddie, the cab driver written on it.

Other than the rude people that are primarily from other countries, I like it here. We have free health insurance, and the crime rate was low until that terrorist shot those people at the Mosque. That was a very sad day. No place is safe. We have a kickass rugby team, and there’s a New Zealand MMA fighter fighting for the Championship—he’s fighting someone from Australia. Anyway, it will be old news by the time you read this. That’s why I’m not mentioning their names.

I ran into Kevin last night as I went downstairs to the restroom. He stood there in front of his door, no shirt, in his underwear, and no teeth, just staring at me. He’s been intimidating me ever since I moved in and rejected his flirtations, and told him to get lost. I didn’t expect anyone to be up this late 4am, but he listened for my door to open and me walking down the stairs. I screamed, and he had a wicked grin on his face.

Living in a boarding house with eight men is scary. I get along with everyone except that bastard Kevin. I have a bedroom, and everyone shares the restroom, kitchen, and lounge area. It’s all I can afford. Boarding houses are typical here. It’s where you end up when you have no family and no place to go. Wages are low unless you are a medical professional. The rent is extremely high. Food prices are outrageous, and a pack of 25 cigarettes is $40.00 due to sales tax. I don’t smoke, but there are a lot of smokers that help pay for our free health insurance. Thank God for that.

I guess it’s the same no matter what country you live in. We all must struggle to survive. Blame it on Adam and Eve. Life is hard. It will beat you down and dare you to get back up, but you have to rise and fight again and never give up.

It isn’t very comforting to hear the lions roar. When the darkness becomes the night, they settle down in their dens with a fierce face and teeth ready to devour. Go beyond the heavens where Socrates says none of the earthly poets has yet sung, and none shall sing worthily. And the Messiah said, “Oh death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory.”

Life is hard, but it’s all part of the Master’s Plan. I’m thankful for God’s Grace and Mercy. I’m not scared anymore. For I know everything negative eventually leads to something positive and something positive eventually leads to something negative, and the cycle starts over and over again until we die. Nothing lasts forever. This too Shall Pass.

P.S. This story was about Beth Wellington, The Writings of Truly Berry.

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