I just woke up in a cold sweat and with dry mouth. It is the first time a dream scared me in a long time.
I lost my job. No radio. No newspaper. Nothing.
I was left high and dry because of a tough economy and now I had to go home to tell the wife and kids that daddy will be spending more time at home and won’t be able to provide for them. We cut soccer. We cut out cable and we cut out eating out.
Thank goodness it was just a dream.
I am fortunate. I have not lost my job because of the economy. I’ve taken a hit on the salary at the newspaper but everybody has made some type of sacrifice during these tough times. At least I have steady income and life is good for me and the family.
I love writing for The Detroit News. I love fighting with Mike Valenti on the Valenti and Foster Show on 971 The Ticket. Who wouldn’t?
During my dream I understood what other people are going through. I guess I already understood it but for a brief fake moment I was living it.
Let me tell you the story of a woman I met two years ago. I was in a sports bar watching a Pistons game when she sat down to me. She worked at the bar and came in to do a few hours. Business was slow and they told her they did not leave her.
“This is terrible,” she said. “I really could use the hours and the money. Now I am in a jam.”
There was a baby at home and the child only had six disposable diapers left. That was only enough for a day and a half. She needed tip money to buy diapers. I could tell this was no joke. She was serious and desperate.
I offered to give her $20. She kept refusing. She said she could not accept money from a stranger. She wanted to earn the money. I just took the 20 bucks and put it in her hands and said she could not return it. This was for baby.
I ran into some old factory workers who used to share in Tiger season tickets. Now they are laid off and they gather at each other’s homes or at a sports bar to enjoy their love for the Tigers. People have lost homes. People have committed suicide. This is terrible.
If I were running for office my number one priority would be “Jobs. Jobs. Jobs.”
Too many people are suffering. Your stories are even in my dreams.