With all the weather disasters and the latest shooting in Las Vegas, I have been thinking about death.
Actually, before all the recent events I was thinking about death. Not suicide, just death.
George Washington was here once. He’s gone. Bam.
King Louis XIV was here once. He’s also gone. Bam.
My dad, sister, and brother were here once. They’re gone.
George and Louis left some memorable moments that have been recorded by historians. Big stuffs.
My dad, sister, and brother left some memorable moments for me and our family. (or is it my family and me?)
Obviously, I won’t be a number 1 bestselling author because I like to break grammatical rules as well as punctuation rules. Syntax? Meh. Oh, and I make up words.
I know that I matter to my family and friends. I know that I have an impact.
But I want more!
I want to rebuild houses in Texas, Louisiana, Florida, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands. I want to hug that one person who is ready to give up, to encourage them that they are braver than they think. I want to rescue all animals roaming without a home. I want to plant what was burned in the fires in the western US. I would like to help pick up the pieces in Mexico after the earthquakes.
I don’t want to be famous, I simply want to help where I can. I have researched various volunteer opportunities, including The Red Cross, but my mind doesn’t feel strong. In fact, I’m overwhelmed. I’m cracked and one more little push, I’ll break.
However, I have been rebuilding myself. I also know that maybe…..just maybe….there is one person who will read my words and know that they matter.
It’s what I can do, share my story of recovery, relapsing, recovery and staying that way. My imperfect, persistent way to live and enjoy what I can while I’m here.
I have neglected the blog world and I have struggled. Maybe I’ve been struggling because of my neglect. I must keep moving forward and perhaps this is the way I can help.