Conversation with a Veteran's WidowSubmitted by RC Liberty on Thu, 06/21/2012 - 12:25
I live in a city of about 55,000. The small mortgage company I work for owns a brown building with gold lettered words on the west side of downtown. I usually come into work about 8:30, but I was a little late after watching a movie with my girlfriend, late last night. So, I walk in at 9:02, and start making some coffee. While it's brewing I recieve a call from a lady named Caroline.
Caroline has a voice as sweet as honey on a roll. But there is also a pain, or discomfort that has overshadowed some of the tenderness I think it once had. She wants to take out money on her home so she can afford her late truck payments, and other medical bills that have backed up. As I listen to her tell me about the banks that have rejected her over the last two days because of her low credit score I start to get disinterested, as I know there will probably be little we can do for her. However, I decide to take her information down on pen and paper, so I can run her credit, and see what can be worked out. She is thirty years old, and owns a home outright on the outskirts of town. We get to employment, and she is on SSI, and death benefits. She tells me her husband passed during an eighteen month tour in Afghanistan. My heart drops, and I try to tell her I'm sorry, but I know that an apology won't do anything to change her husbands fate. Then, I hear her call her fifteen month old Gary, who she was carrying when her husband died serving our country, over to sit on her lap. In addition, she is in charge of a ten year old. The situation has changed suddenly, and I try to think of any program that we can use to help her. But nothing but nothing comes to mind. There is nothing that can be done until the score is raised with the possible exception of a co-signer. After our conversation is over I promptly pass her situation on to my bosses to see if they can help.
With the loan part of the problem passed on to others, I go back to reflecting on her family. The lost life of her husband who will never meet Gary, and will never play catch with his oldest boy again. Then the tragic reality of this happening all over our wonderful country hits me. I am speechless, and a little stunned by the situation we Americans have accepted as normal. Only one thought comes to mind. A quote from Ron Paul in one of the debates. "When I see these young men coming home, my heart weeps for them".
End this war