Nola Hipsher
Bio
I love to make people laugh, or to be an encouragement. I truly hope you will like or love my writings. Get to know me and those around me with each letter written.
Stories (7/0)
Depression
It's night time during the day. Like a cloud over you constantly. You are never good enough. You are never strong enough. How I hate talking negative, but how it's so true. You have things that you have to do. Responsibilities left undone. In your mind, you thrive to go out and have a good day and spend it with loved ones. Then again, you don't want to be around anyone. Everyone will stare at you and think you are stupid. Even at work, I am left alone. I hate dealing with each individual that comes in to do business. They all have their perfect little lives, or perfect little scams. I have to hear each one's story, like I care. I do really care, but I feel so left out, so alone. I enter in to each one's story feeling either happy or sad with them. Maybe this is my depression. What is life? What is the thing that will make me so happy? Can I ever be happy in this life?
By Nola Hipsher3 years ago in Psyche
Retail
Thinking back on that last customer, I wonder if I'm even capable of doing my job. When people come in to a store, they need to realize the workers only know what they were taught to know. Some customers just think only of themselves, and don't see the true damage they do to the employee. When it all comes down to it, the customer is not always right.
By Nola Hipsher3 years ago in Journal
To Share Knowledge
I would like to honor Mrs. Marva Deloris Collins. She was born on August 31, 1936 in Monroeville, Alabama. Her father, Henry Knight, owned a funeral home and worked with cattle. Her mother was Bessie Knight. Marva grew up in Atmore, Alabama and went to a strict, one-room schoolhouse, elementary school. This experience influenced her later on in life. She went to Clark College in Atlanta, Georgia and there she graduated.
By Nola Hipsher3 years ago in Education
Little Boy Lost
It was in the summer of 2003 when it happened. We lived on a dead end road, in a community of townhouses. Next to us, on the right side, was a cornfield. In our backyard was a cemetery. It was me and my four children that lived in the townhouse. I was a single mom, trying to figure out my life, one day at a time.
By Nola Hipsher3 years ago in Families
