One of my emails to "Oprah." (her producers)
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Ok, I've sent this to other show ideas.

I have a story to tell, and I feel as if I am one person, one tiny, tiny, tiny dot on the map. Let me correct myself--I don't have dot on the map.
I am one person, with little contact in getting my story told. I am ONE PERSON, on little person, and I am going through hell. I gave my life to a profession that crucified my mother, but I gave myself to it, kept going back in spite of rejection, and kept going and now I am broke. I am so broke and never thought I'd be in this position.

My mother taught for 25 years and in the middle of her 25th year,she was fired on grounds of incompetence, but she wasn't incompetent. She was far from incompetent. She was awesome. She was amazing, and when I was 16, she developed colon cancer. My senior year was traumatic. We, I, thought she was going to die that year, and cried buckets of tears before I started my senior year. I had been told it would be surprising if she lived 8 months. My father died before I was born and I had no siblings.

My mother had a glorious surgery, though, in April of 1993, and had a glorious 9 month remission, to die July 12, 1994, at the end of my first year of college.

My senior year was traumatic because I kept waiting for her to die.

I went into education, and I am broke because of being turned down so many times for jobs. I made some mistakes. I should have been working in a restaurant the whole time but...But.

Please hear me and see my blog.http://hopefullygoing-2-b-on-oprah-someday.blogspot.com/