I borrowed the spoon . . . .

Hello to all. Hope you find yourself in the sun with the wind at your back and a smile on your face. Just so you know I am typing this the same time as my previous blog, The Vision Part 1., but timing it to be posted tomorrow, Wednesday. My goal is to get a set schedule going but as of yet it seems elusive for anything to get into a routine because of my living arrangements.

In an earlier blog I made the comments about using a spoon to dig a tunnel to freedom and suggested others keep on keeping on and find a spoon and dig their own tunnels as well. Well it is actually borrowed from a dear friend, Mary Jo or as some may know her, Joey Jingles, who wrote often to overcome her own flavor of mental illness and traumas. I would post a picture of her but cannot and will not without her permission so I will try and dig up some from around that era of my life I got to know her best.

Just as a disclosure it was during this time over 20 years ago that I was homeless. Most in my town did not want anything to do with me at the time and situation as it existed. Understood. Water under the proverbial bridge. But Mary Jo was one of the few who took in strays and helped them as best she could offering up her shower and bathroom to clean up and maybe hang out and get a meal. What was everyones problem at the time though was drinking and I became a full blown alcoholic for a spell. It was common for me to wake up at 4:30 or 5 oclock in the morning and crack open a can of beer.

The beer never solved anything. Actually it was a waste of money and caused more problems for everyone not just the ones who were drinking in excess just to drown the pain and hurts and memories. It turns into a vicious circle that just brings you further into the depths of despair and depression. I am no condemning anyone who drinks a little or who drinks a lot. Praise God I still occasionally have a beer with a friend or special occasion. Some are not able to have that grip on it as I was blessed with or born with. Never will I go back to that. There are many things I will not go back to nor tolerate much in my presence. For whatever reason there is a cut off switch within me that when it needs to go whoever or whatever is cut off is cut off. That is my protection grid and circuit breaker.

What this blog is for is to let you know that there is always someone out there. Keep looking. Many people want to help. More Mary Jo’s and Billy Jo’s and just plain Joe’s are willing to help in any way they are able to. There is always hope of something better as long as time is allowed to pass. Give things time and even our feelings and perspectives can change that led us to whatever spot we were at. You never know what a day may bring. Or an week. Or a month. Set no limits. Just get through today the best you can. And be proud of it. Even if its just waking up making coffee and getting a shower. Those are three accomplishments Hulk Hogan and Ozzy Osborne no longer have.

Keep on Keeping on.