3 score and 2 years ago, I was minding my own business, walking home with three of my third grade friends. Right before we got to my home, a friend turned on me, we wrastled, then I round house punched him and he went running home. I looked up, and my grandma and grandpa were watching from the front window. Grandpa had a big smile and grandma looked concerned.
This was the best and last memory, soon to be forgotten, of his youngest and last grandchild. He love the whipping, but grandma came to my aid, with comfort. She told me that true friends are rare, and if, in this life, you have 3, no, 2 best friends, you are blessed.
Desperate with my current situation, I showed up at a friends automotive shop, and told him I was going to buy a car, any car, come hell or high water. He told me he wouldn't let me do that, grabbed his car, we went to one, then a second of his friends car lot's, and through mutual friendship's, I was able to put money down on a really nice used car, which I will be happy to keep long term, and now I am inspired to move forward with my move to Southern Oregon, freedom and independence.
There are many times, when life places such large burden's on your walk, that you find despondency and a complete lack of motivation. As I have labored to complete my sister's estate work, I have been deep in despair. I finally decided I had no choice but to plunge into the deep end, and finally my walk has room for inspiration. As there are many facet's to life, I have found areas of inspiration, but as a whole, my life has been pretty sucky lately. Like for 8 years. I am a kind person, who has sought to be of service to others for my entire life, and it was really difficult to accept the multiple disabilities that I received from a syndrome of pharmaceutical side-effect. After roughly 55 individual treatment protocol's, I now feel whole, and look forward to the day's ahead. Enjoy words and music of inspiration on today's podcast.
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