On December 8, 1941, Franklin D. Roosevelt went before a joint congress and uttered those now famous, "December 7, 1941, a date that will live in infamy...."
Almost every person has a "day of infamy" in their lives. For me it was October 3, 1973, the day my mom died. That day my life would change forever. I would no longer be the person I was, but started on my journey to become the person I am today.
I was only 8 years old when that happened, my life would take a spiral turn downward, one that would take me over 20 years to recover from. Not every year now is bad for me at this time, but I am getting better, each year brings me another step forward.
For me, this event brought me to the brink of suicide, the loss of every friend I ever had, and hardship in dealing with relationships. I have been divorced twice, have an revengeful ex who keeps refuses to let me talk to my kids.
But in the recent several years, I have made great strides in recovery, several long lost friends have reentered my life again, one bringing much needed postive influence in my life. Even though I may never fully recover from the tragedy that happened, I hope faith that one day I will look upon all that has happen and be happy that she is in a better place now.
We must never forget what brought us to this time and point in our lives. Everything that has ever happened to me I try to use daily to help others bring order into their lives from all the choas in the world.
And I end this blog with a reminder to all who read this, that at this very point in time, we are the sum of all that has happened to us, both good and bad, and to change just one thing, reguardless of how small or large, we would not be the person we are. Remember God loves us all, and always will. Take care my friends.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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