This is a delightful story about how Ruth found her true calling in life at her lowest, most difficult point in her adult life. Her mum came to stay with her after someone broke into mum's home. The prodigal father of Ruth's who virtually abandoned her and mom many years ago turned up crippled needing a home. Ruth's husband lost his job after the hospital he worked in was sold. Talking about having a leaky roof and then it pours on consecutive nights.
Ruth started a business selling cakes and saved the day. Her cakes were good to look at and tasted divine. People around her created beautiful and presentable receptacles to market the cakes in as gifts. And who wouldn't like to be given a lovely and tasty homemade cake as a gift?
A friend of mine in Brunei whose husband lost his job and couldn't find another. It was not that he was incompetent. He was qualified, in fact quite brilliant in his profession. His egoistical personality grated on many people's nerve, but he was arrogant enough to offend a big player whose toes no one dares to step on. In that tiny nation, it was not smart to be a person-non-grata.
My friend rushed out of her house and became a substitute teacher to bring home the bacon. When her tiny pay check couldn't meet the obligations, she went on to tutor private students so as to earn more. Instead of being grateful, the darling husband was humiliated at playing house husband and turned the children against her. She was chased out of the house by her husband and children within two years.
It is a sad, sad world sometimes. In my friend's case there was no happy ending yet, even after events took a few unexpected turns.
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