I can’t even begin to describe how far we’ve come in so short of a time. Logan and I have come to grips with over 20 years of horrendous “life”. And it was all because of caring people who wanted to help us succeed, which has been overwhelming to say the least. We left home last Sunday and will be returning home this Sunday coming.
During our sojourn in the States, we have discovered a man who has been teaching us about perspective and about taking control of our lives and histories. I wish there was a proper way to thank him for all he has and is doing for us. The Rev. I’m Not Shithead has filled my mind with some important wisdom and a raging desire to live the rest of my life as fully as possible instead of hiding from it.
I love people watching (and to be honest, some of you talk loudly enough that I can hear every word of your conversation to include personal information), and in my observations, I have learned that, for the most part, we are superficial at best with one another. When asked, “How are you?” the pat answer is usually some variation of “Fine”. It’s as if we have lost the ability, or the interest, to truly invest ourselves in the lives of others by being true friends.
I found a quote that I thought was appropriate for this: “We keep things casual because we buy the lie that we are unique and struggle in ways that no one else does. We get tricked by people’s public personas and forget that behind closed doors people live REAL lives just like us. We forget that life for everyone is fraught with disappointment and difficulty, suffering and struggle, trials and temptation.” And it is true! I thought NO ONE could ever understand what I went through. Logan knew what HE went through and thought NO ONE could ever understand that. And we were wrong!
Here’s another quote from the same book: “TRUE FRIENDSHIP calls you our of the darkness of personal privacy and fear into the loving candor of mutual concern.” And it’s true! I have met some incredible people right here on this blogsite who are not only interesting but have gone the extra step of becoming TRUE FRIENDS! One of them I think of as my surrogate Mum.
I could blab on and on until you fell asleep from boredom, but I won’t. I just wanted to share what I have been taught and how much I appreciate the Rev for his gentle handling of my life of hell. If I could give him every pence I could ever make, it would still not be enough.
Oh…..lest I forget…..we strolled to the Market Street this morning and watched these remarkable ladies craft beautiful baskets out of “sweet grass.” I sat and watched them for a couple of hours. Then I began to think about something I had learned: We have the ability to learn from our past and weave it into a useful tool for our present to help others in our future.