I’m editing this post to properly give credit where credit is due 🙂
I just read a post by Renée Schuls-Jacobson from her blog Lessons From Teachers and Twits about gambling and it had me thinking about what I’d call ‘irresponsibilities’.
Gambling is something I don’t believe in. But my husband likes the ‘odd’ scratch tickets here and there, along with the weekly Friday’s lottery draws (or is it Saturday? I don’t know I don’t play and don’t keep track).
In 2008, I attended a bowling tournament in Halifax NS. I wasn’t sure what hubby was going to do that day but I assumed he would take a trip to the casino. When he came to pick me up later that day, he was all smiles. It was an evening I’ll never forget, though it’s not one I want to repeat.
I had a really good day and was excited to tell him about it. As we drove home, I told him I’d met a lot of people, ya-di-ya-di-ya-da! While I’m blabbing away, he’s all smiles and I thought he was just happy to hear about my day. He knew how much that meant to me. But he had his own reasons to smile. And I suddenly clued in.
I finally stopped talking and asked him what he did. His smile grew. It was ear to ear at first but at that point I think it went all the way around his head and connected at the back. Mine, however dropped.
Me – Oh no, you went to the casino.
Hubby – Yep!
Me – Oh! Oh! Did you win? (with a smile like that, he couldn’t have lost)
Hubby – Yep!
Me – How much? I frowned, afraid to ask.
Hubby – I don’t know. I haven’t counted it yet.
My eyes dropped from his face to the pockets of his jeans and I gasped. His pockets were bulging. When we arrived home, he counted his winnings. He was short a few dollars from winning $8000.
His ‘spendings?’ He spent $40, won $170. He put the initial $40 back in his wallet and kept winning from there on. I call this ‘the luck of the draw’ which he never repeated. The part that bothered me most (yes it bothers me that he won) is that I was afraid he’d think he’d win again. Now that Moncton has opened its own casino, he has spent a few bucks, and lost. Thank God, that was enough for him to say alright, “I had my fun but now it’s over.” (thank God for that)!!!!!
The most ironic thing about gambling that I’ve ever seen is that the 1-800 number for people with a gambling addictions is on the actual machines. I’m sorry but I have to say DUH to that one. Shouldn’t it be on the doors before they enter the building? Personally I think gambling should be banned-eliminated-done away with. But that’s only my opinion.
The Bible states clearly that money is the root of all evil. I’d rather be poor financially but rich in love with all those around me, than have all the money in the world but be all alone and miserable.
When does it become an addiction? If all the bills are paid, does it make it okay? Send me your feebback.