Dusting Off

It has been a while since I last posted anything, and I don't really know if this will make it to post, but I will try. Please bear with me during this process. Just as anything else, things get a bit rusty when you do not utilize it on a regular basis. So pen in hand and ink well refilled I will try and string together as many relevant words into one cohesive thought. Please no bets, I would hate to see anyone lose money thinking I could do this and then flounder in the process. So here I go.

March 22, 2010 Terrell, Texas 12:10pm
Home burned down due to a gas explosion. Very little survived the fire, fortunately all my pictures over the years came out unscathed. Memories intact I pick myself up, dust my clothes off and I get on with life.

August 5, 2010 Terrell, Texas 04:09am
On the homeward journey of an early morning walk I was accosted by 4 men and at knife point was robbed, but not after they decided to assault me physically and then try and push a knife in the back of my head. Again, I picked myself up and dusted off the grime and got on with life.

Seems I am always picking myself up and dusting myself off to continue on. Not just with these two incidents, but for as long as I can remember. I remember the old adage, "What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger." I should have the strength of Atlas now as I feel I have the weight of the world on my shoulders at times. But none the less I trudge on thinking in my head things have to get better, but as with anything in life, we only see what we want. This thought has played on me for quite some time now and I guess to an extent I have only seen those things that have had a negative affect on me. I have failed to see all the good things I have been fortunate enough to have passed through my life. I fear though that I may have dusted those off as well in the process of getting up and getting on. There are a few things however that have remanined with me.

April 4, 2011 Terrell, Texas
I received a happy birthday wish from someone who I thought had so much going in their life to even remember my birthday. But yet they took the time to remember. Even though we have never met they thought enough to make that effort and take the time to send me their wishes. Of all the wishes I got that day, that one wish from Japan meant more to me than anything I had received. Something between a daughter and a woman. Still with me and I hope will remain with me. I miss them very much.

Flowers among thorns. I now know what that means, for I have encountered these flowers encased, surrounded by life's thorns they have pushed through.

Later...
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