January 4, 2018, Prescott-
I have returned to Home Base. Everything was as I left it, two weeks ago. My ex-neighbour’s junk is still in the carport. Since he’s dissed the landlord, I will start to haul it off myself, as after 30 days, property is regarded as abandoned.
Now, on to the prime purpose of this post. Another blogger referred to life-changing moments. Here are those that have cast my life, in the direction it’s taken and to the place where I am now.
June, 1954- The Lynnhurst woods, around my first real house, were a place of wonder. I walked off by myself, towards Grama’s house. Little did I suspect that dad would take the hairbrush to my backside, as soon as I got home. That first walk alone, though, set me on the course of exploration that has been in my blood ever since.
July, 1959- I can’t say which rock fight led to my life-long inability to keep from flinching, when a baseball, or other such item, is making its way towards me. Overcoming coordination issues has been a problem since that long-ago summer.
November 22, 1963- I began to get over an innate conservatism, the day that the powers that be decided to get rid of John F. Kennedy. I will never buy the Single Bullet Theory.
April, 1969- I decided that six years of commitment to the US Army was too long, and opted to enlist for a three-year stint, instead of remaining in the Reserves.
November 23, 1969- One of my high school friends was killed in VietNam. I was in Fort Myer, VA, at the time. It took me a year of quiet anger, but that event was the impetus for my own going over to the war zone, in March, 1971.
November 28, 1975- I was let go from a part-time job, on my 25th birthday, because one of the other workers had a son who needed a job, and I was “too ambitious”. The anger expressed by my co-workers, at this adverse action, was gratifying. Yet, a young woman, for whom I had feelings, put it in perspective: “Who has it worse, you, losing a crap job or me, just getting done with a divorce?” That has led me to tread carefully, when facing what seems like a personal disaster.
December 6, 1980- I met Penny. Enough said.
June 6, 1982- We were married, and though a fairy-tale wedding was not followed by an idyllic marriage, there were 29 years of love and mutual personal growth. The proof is serving his country, in South Korea.
August 20, 1986- We arrived in South Korea, and began a 5.5 year love affair with a culture far different from all either of us had experienced, up to then. I am still greatly drawn to the sensibilities of “the East”.
April 20, 2003- Penny’s second accident in two weeks set us to a commitment fiercer than any I have had, before or since. I was her caretaker for nearly eight years afterward.
November, 2009- Several financial disasters under our belt, we decided to endure Chapter 11. I have survived that, and by the grace of Dave Ramsey and Robert Kiyosaki, my attitude towards money has forever changed,
March 5, 2011- I was once again on my own, and the challenge was now to not go adrift. The next five months did find the ropes fraying at the moorings, though.
August 4, 2011- Someone I love dearly threw down a heavy gauntlet. I was accused of things which would not stick to any wall. I see where his suspicions originated, but that was not me, and never will be. His comments, though, served to make me determined to rely on no one. I would long be maintaining that distance.
September, 2013- On the heels of an unsettled summer’s journey, I answered a call to help a single mother move. That two-day effort of service led me to do Terra Essential Oils, a commitment to more active community service, and to one of the finest friendships I’ve ever known.
There are sure to be other life-changing events ahead. I know that my spiritual bonds will see me through them all. We never stop growing.