Pixie's Warning to the World:

There once was an old woman named Patty Pitty. Patty owned so much stuff that people thought her land was a junk yard. Her house was so full that she had nothing but a walkway through the piles of stuff. You could only step foot on the path that ran from her door, to her couch, through the kitchen, bedroom, and to the toilet and shower. She had so much stuff that her bathroom door couldn’t shut. Her bedroom was filled and the bed was covered. Piles reached to the ceiling. Patty had to sleep on the couch because you couldn’t even find her bed amongst the piles. She had hundreds of books, hundreds of movies, hundreds of games, figurines, nick knacks, lamps, plants, canned goods, blankets, toys; you name it, Patty had it in abundance. She lived alone with her junk. Sad and sick. As empty as her house was full. So she tried to fill her loneliness with dogs, a horse, chickens, and rabbits. But Patty was very sick and didn’t see how pathetic she was, all she wanted was for other people to see her pain and help her, so she told them about how sick and poor she was. Patty was too sick too work, she was sick in her body, and sick in her emotions, and sick in her mind. She was so far removed from the outside world that she could no longer socially function, she couldn’t even interact with people in a normal way. Patty Pitty’s daughter felt bad for her and loved her very much but could not get Patty to see the truth. She tried talking to her, asking her to get some help, and praying for her often. But Patty didn’t seem to want to fix her problems, only get sympathy and have others take care of her. Patty was really sick, but she wasn’t very honest. It was true that she couldn’t work but she could have taken care of herself. You see, Patty would often ask everyone for money to pay her power bill, but she somehow always had satellite tv. She also had internet and dvds so she had no need for her satellite. Her daughter explained how she could stream the news and tv shows on her computer, and watch all her hundreds of dvds, this made patty mad. She could have saved money by dropping it. She also never rode her horse, but she over fed it. She could have made money by selling it, instead of waisting money on keeping it. She had rooms upon rooms, a yard, and an extra gutted trailer filled with marketable goods, but she didn’t sell them. She let everything pile up and just blamed the world. Patty’s daughter suggested a good flea market nearby and offered to help her mom, but she was yelled at for her ideas. When her daughter suggested not running lights all night, turning the tv off at night, and a few other ideas for saving on power, Patty became angry with her again. Finally a day came when Patty,s daughter was very short on money and could not assist her mom. She needed to buy tiers so that she could get her license and drive herself to work, she was out of food, and out of dog food. Her check was going to be short by half and she now had doctors expense, it was going to be tough. She also knew that she was going to have t pay more than usual toward the phone bill this time because of some changes made, and that helped Patty too because it kept her home phone, cell, and internet on, and Patty never had to pay for it because her ex husband and daughter always worked it out. She still felt like nobody helped her though. Patty always felt entitled, and resented her daughter for paying her own bills instead of giving Patty money continuously. Patty called it “helping me out” but her daughter just thought of it as putting a band aid on a bullet wound. Patty would die amongst all of her worldly goods and never take care of herself. She didn’t even mind that she had turned into the kind of person who’s refrigerator was so full it was stuffed and could overflow, both of her freezers were the same, and her cubords, table, and floor were all stacked with dry foods; but would complain about being hungry and ask for money even yet…but she never ran out of cigarettes. Her daughters heart broke under the weight of seeing her mother be so manipulative and sick, but she just couldn’t keep throughing money into a bottomless pit. It was time her mother finally helped herself. She knew it would be hard to tell her mom no, but it was what had to be done. She determined that if Patty had to face her daughters tough love that she would start making better choices instead of trying to have everybody pay into her ever growing need. You see, Patty had more than enough, she wasn’t even really in need, she thought she was, but she could have made money to get by off of selling her piles of stuff. Its not like she would miss it, she probably doesn’t even remember what 75% of it is. If she tried to take care of herself, maybe her family wouldn’t be so prone to thing of her as a money hungry moocher. They would be more open to helping out when she really did need. However, Patty wouldn’t see things this way and as usual would make her daughter out to be the bad guy. But hey, they call it tough love for a reason. She knew Patty wouldn’t see it like this, but forcing Patty to harvest her own crops in life was the most real help she would ever get. You can put a band aid on a bullet wound, but it won’t heal it, it will just get worse; likewise, you can give to somebody who won’t help themselves, but the money runs out, the issue remains and then you just become part of the problem. In John 5:6-9 Jesus asked the man “do you want to be made well” and he just gave Him excuses as to why he couldn’t be. You see, that man was a beggar, you can’t beg if you’re well and can work. Jesus didn’t sympathize for him, He just told him “pick up your bed and walk”. The man had to do it on his own and God made it possible.