What a day! What a day! I have a lot of negative things to say about this day BUT so much positive has come out of it, that I won't. It's just not worth it. Oh EXCEPT, downtown parking fees! $12!! A thousand, million head shakes! Yet, at the end of the day I know that I've grown a deeper faith and appreciation for PRAYERS. I'm grateful for the awesome people in my life whom I can ask for some assistance in prayers, but I'm most grateful for my family who bless me with their faith and their spiritual strength through priesthood blessings and family prayers. I've never felt a greater unity in our family than when we are kneeling in a circle with one another, praying and counseling with our Heavenly Father. And I cannot express my gratitude for a father who can place his hands upon my head with a blessing, imparting words of strength, courage, and wisdom to be able to hold my head high, speak with humility, and know the direction I need to go when faced with issues/troubles/trials/hard decisions. I am blessed.
And then a funny story. Well I thought it was a little bit funny. My day consisted of me spending the day at the courthouse. In the basement. With a bunch of dead beat dads. (Can you guess what I was there for? BORING!) Child support court. Needless to say the proceedings for that hearing was endless and exhausting. But your name gets called several times for your case as you go from one advocate or representative to the next. Passing you along, hoping an agreement can be made between the parties of the case. My name is peculiar, I suppose. Especially the YAKANA part. So I suppose people kind of paid attention. Well, as I'm going up to the judge's bench to finally come to the end of this long, dark tunnel I hear, "Heeeeeey, Sabrina Yakana...." It's not a voice I recognize but it's loud enough for pretty much everyone to hear. I turn and this black man with the most awful mustache is winking at me. Seriously? And here is the reaction that bleeped in my head for a second:
"Boy, I know you did not just wink at me. You are up in here because you haven't paid a dime of child support towards your three kids all born out of wedlock. All of them they had to do DNA testing because you refused to admit you were the dad. I'm here because my son's dad has a hard time keeping his obligations for our ONE kid and you over here cat-calling me? NIGGA PUH-LEEEZE!"
But I didn't say a word. I slightly rolled my eyes and approached the judge's bench to just get the day over!! Yet, as I'm leaving once again I hear, "Byyyyyyyyye Sabrina, girl...." Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. This time I did turn around with a, "Nuh-uh." With a wag of my finger, one eyebrow lifted and arched, and that stance that says please-don't-play-that-game-with-me. As I've said before, just TIRED. TIRED. TIRED. JUST TRIED AND TIRED. TRIED AND TIRED.
And then a funny story. Well I thought it was a little bit funny. My day consisted of me spending the day at the courthouse. In the basement. With a bunch of dead beat dads. (Can you guess what I was there for? BORING!) Child support court. Needless to say the proceedings for that hearing was endless and exhausting. But your name gets called several times for your case as you go from one advocate or representative to the next. Passing you along, hoping an agreement can be made between the parties of the case. My name is peculiar, I suppose. Especially the YAKANA part. So I suppose people kind of paid attention. Well, as I'm going up to the judge's bench to finally come to the end of this long, dark tunnel I hear, "Heeeeeey, Sabrina Yakana...." It's not a voice I recognize but it's loud enough for pretty much everyone to hear. I turn and this black man with the most awful mustache is winking at me. Seriously? And here is the reaction that bleeped in my head for a second:
"Boy, I know you did not just wink at me. You are up in here because you haven't paid a dime of child support towards your three kids all born out of wedlock. All of them they had to do DNA testing because you refused to admit you were the dad. I'm here because my son's dad has a hard time keeping his obligations for our ONE kid and you over here cat-calling me? NIGGA PUH-LEEEZE!"
But I didn't say a word. I slightly rolled my eyes and approached the judge's bench to just get the day over!! Yet, as I'm leaving once again I hear, "Byyyyyyyyye Sabrina, girl...." Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. This time I did turn around with a, "Nuh-uh." With a wag of my finger, one eyebrow lifted and arched, and that stance that says please-don't-play-that-game-with-me. As I've said before, just TIRED. TIRED. TIRED. JUST TRIED AND TIRED. TRIED AND TIRED.
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