I make it no secret these days I believe in Father (God), Jesus Christ (Yeshua) and the Holy Spirit. However, not in the same manner as I believe most people do.
Father (God) is our creator. Jesus Christ is the gift he bestowed upon mankind as his begotten son as Messiah/Savior. The Holy Spirit is the “glue” that binds us all and the strength of that glue depends on each person as they go about their daily lives. The more righteous a person chooses to live, the stronger that glue becomes. However, spend a lifetime of neglect and destructive ways of living and the material is so badly compromised that unless there is genuine attempt to save it, it becomes utterly destroyed.
We, the material, rely on the creativity of Father/God to make us what we are. We, the material, rely on Jesus/Yeshua to continue using Holy Spirit (glue) on us to turn us from boring cardboard cutouts into brilliant temples that are designed to not only stand the test of time, but house ourselves with as much faith as we can in order to glorify it.
Also, we the material, must realize the difference between relying on various religious cults and relying on God’s Word. Failure to do this weakens the effectiveness the Holy Spirit’s glue has on us and makes it harder for Jesus Christ to work with us to keep the temple strong, faithful and glorified.
This is why, despite following Father & Jesus that I will never follow a religious cult of any kind. I am of Christian faith, yes, but I will not hook up with the “mother and daughters” we’ve been warned about in the Holy Bible. And neither should any of you.
Why? Because those are counterfeit artists who try to come across as their own version of prophetic messiahs and not one of them has the integrity level as Jesus himself. When they work with us, the material, they don’t use the Holy Spirit’s glue to design us. They use cheap duct tape, thinking it’ll do the job to build strong temples. What they don’t realize is over time duct tape frays and weakens. Eventually, they can no longer hold together the temple, even if the material still seems to be in relatively good condition. Also, duct tape cannot glorify a temple in splendor. If anything, all duct tape does is diminish what could have otherwise been a faithfully brilliant sculpture of wonderous achievement.
When you look at everything on earth as an art gallery and have the glue of the Holy Spirit firmly keeping you as the material together as an indestructable temple, you can easily see the flaws of the duct tape copycats who try to compete for some kind of glorification of their existence. However, the type of glory they receive is short-term at best as they have the captive audience that turn fickle in a hurry. People get bored too easily, especially once they see the flaws of whatever temple wowed them for the time being become harder to ignore. Only the blind will fail to acknowledge the flaws and stay put while the rest will turn their attention to something else.
By instinct, people are drawn to theatrics, which is something Satan, the mothers and daughters of copycats and their false prophets use to keep them distracted. It is they that have mastered the art of using duct tape to completely wrap each temple (person) they get their hands on. They do this for two reasons. The first is to have a person fooled into thinking they become strong with false teachings, even as going far as wrapping duct tape around their eyes so they don’t see through the veils of deceit for what it is.
The second is to have each person bound so that even if they see through the veils of deceit, they have their work cut out for them to break through the duct tape. They have to find a way to speed up their fight for freedom as the copycat artists continue to roll layer upon layer of duct tape upon them. It becomes a race for each temple to not get so weighed down by all that duct tape that they ultimately collapse into a lifeless heap of rubble.
As for the glue of the Holy Spirit, one which was created by Father/God and utilized by Jesus Christ and all those who believe in him, this creates a truly indestructible temple. Using nothing but vigilant faith and truth, these temples learn how to absorb the glue in such a manner so that they are not bogged down into nothingness. Instead, the weight they take on strengthens them to the point where if copycat artists attempt to use duct tape on them it will be in vain.
Through my own personal observation, as I can feel myself become stronger as a temple who is completely loyal to Jesus Christ and to our Father, I often find myself bombarded by copycats who insist to throw duct tape on me. It’s quite the battle to keep that duct tape off, but it’s one I must fight daily in order to stay strong. It’s something each of us has to do if we expect to be properly glorified as God’s material of creation.
When the Grand Opening of God’s Kingdom opens those doors, I want as many of us fine sculptures to be part of that experience. It’s a no duct tape zone, so make sure you keep those who want to throw that on you as far away from yourself as you can.
How much stock do you put into your dreams? Do you feel it’s God’s way of communicating with you, or are they merely experiences you’ve had that’s being streamed about within your mind as you’re in a subconscious state?
For me it’s both in a way. Not necessarily God speaking to me, but a potential glimpse through a window by the human spirit of what was, what is and what is about to come.
When I was a small kid I had profound dreams of being trapped in a room with familiar faces. This room had no window. It had no door. However, there was just enough light where we could see each other, but we were merely shadows to each other. Nobody recognized me but I recognized them. Together we were all trapped in this room but sadly, I was the only one who realized this from the very beginning the dream began to weave it’s story within my mind. I recall in the dream feeling quite frightened about our situation. I tried to communicate to others about it but it all fell on deaf ears. Everybody around me was oblivious to the situation and it wasn’t until the walls started to move and make the room smaller did the odd person, one by one, figure it out. However, by then it appeared as if it was too late. Still not enough grabbed the reality of the situation and just before we were all crushed I’d wake up in a state of fear from my dream. I’d look around and see all seems well, but good luck falling back to sleep. Wasn’t going to happen.
For me, even though this is a dream that took place nearly 40 years ago, I still remember it vividly as if it just happened. A dream like that is hard to forget.
As a teenager I had another dream that stuck out in such a profound manner that forgetting what happened in that one is impossible. In that dream I’m standing on a wooden swing bridge that is situated very high above ground. Actually, there was no ground below. It was a surging river rushing far below. Even during the best of times, crossing this bridge from one piece of land to the other was scary as this was not really a very sturdy bridge and for those who are afraid of heights or have issues with bridges this is not a recommended form of travel.
However, it was not the best of times in my dream. There was a massive earthquake, or something that felt like one, and there was nothing but chaos, death and destruction all around me. I’m on this bridge, alone, and as I’m standing right in the middle of it I look to the right and see nothing but an enflamed war zone. The view to the left was no better either. As I stood on that bridge, I knew neither direction was a safe one and this added to my dilemma as to which side would be the one where I’d have the best hope for survival. Hope, to say the least in this dream, was bleak at best. At the moment, staying on that bridge was the safest option, but I knew between the violent nature of the situation I was in I knew I had to literally take a leap of faith and make a run for it towards a side of my choosing and literally hope for the best. As it turned out in that dream, however, just before I reached the ledge the bridge gave out and I fell. At least I think I did as I woke up just when that bridge gave out. I know I didn’t plunge into the waters below, but I also don’t recall actually grabbing onto something to prevent me from falling either.
I felt even then, as a teen, that somebody was trying to tell me something. Who that somebody was I’ve never been 100% certain. The spiritual side says God was sending a warning while the analytical side pegged me being at a crossroads when it boils down to making key choices in my life that would carve out whatever destiny I have waiting before me. In essence, both messengers I felt had the same type of message; standing on a bridge is only a temporary safe haven for the undecided. You have to choose and take that leap of faith towards the direction you’ve chosen that it’s the right one for you. Although you don’t want to make the choice hastily, you do have to think and act fast if you don’t want indecision to be the ultimate cause of your own demise.
As a young adult I had a pair of awkward dreams where I’d visit a vacant home that seemed simple enough on the outside, but on the inside it was entirely different. The first of these two homes was an older house (much like the one I live in now) that was built like most homes of it’s era; box style. While the main floor seemed simple enough, this was not the case at all when I descended down the basement. This became a whole new world pretty fast as I explored. At first the basement was simple, but when I went down a hallway at the end of it was a door. I opened it and on the other side was the lower level of a fancy new home that was nothing at all like the older one I was just in. I venture forth, not knowing what to expect, but still curious enough to want to know where this path would lead. I was fine until I started hearing voices and when I look up the half flight of stairs I see people gathered in a family room. What they were talking about I don’t know, but they were completely oblivious to my presence. I was scared because I felt I had suddenly become an intruder for daring to explore. However, before anything more could come of this particular dream I woke up and that was it.
The second home I toured was a single wide trailer and at first when I was inside it seemed normal enough, but when I made it to the back of that trailer I discovered additional rooms and before I knew it this simple trailer became a labrynth of hallways and rooms that seemed endless. I merely woke from that dream wondering how did something that started out so simple become so complicated so quickly.
Just shy of turning the age of 40, I had another awkward dream that has managed to implant itself in my memory like the others. In this one I woke in the middle of a living room of an older house and I’m on a mattress. All around me it’s clear this house is destroyed as there are torn down walls and no roof. Everything around this house was also destroyed, but blurred. The focus clearly wasn’t on the rest of the world. It was about me and this house. When I stood and explored within the ruins of this house I spot stairs leading straight down into the basement. Unlike everything around me, this was the only unblemished piece of construction. I remember going down these stairs and finding myself in a perfectly sound basement that seemed to be impervious to the destructive forces that destroyed everything else.
One thing I recall in this basement was seeing a toy car collection right in the middle of the floor. Beautiful set and undamaged. Very tempting for someone to want to scoop them up and take them. It’s not like anybody would notice because it seems in this dream I’m the only survivor of whatever calamity had just happened. However, I knew even in that situation taking something that doesn’t belong to me was wrong. I paused at the sight of this temptation and in so doing it caused me to have a good look around from where I was standing. As I did this I discovered a small hallway and to it’s left was a room that had a door slightly ajar. There was a brilliant beam of light that shone out of this room that now made it impossible to ignore. At that moment I felt guilt for even remotely considering taking that toy car collection even though I knew at that point those items were no longer relevant to me.
When I approached this bright room, as soon as I could get a better look I saw someone sitting at a desk with his back turned to me. The brilliance of white he wore was partly the reason why this room glowed so much. I never did get a look at the face of the man, but I do know he was darker skinned than I was and although he seemed oblivious to my presence as he was busy writing with a pen whatever it was he was doing, I knew he knew I was there. Oddly enough I felt a mix of fear and relief when I saw him. And no, it wasn’t because I saw him as a fellow survivor. I saw him as something else and as someone of great importance. However, before I could indulge further into where this particular dream was going to take me I woke up.
Of all the dreams I’ve ever had up to this point this was the first time I actually woke up from it without feeling any form of anxiety.
The most recent of my oddball dreams I’ve had was again encountering an older house and it was late at night. It was in a city I was familiar with and I was with people I knew that I considered as friends. We had just attended a concert of some kind and were too tired to go back to our respective homes. One of the friends said she has a relative that lives close by and we can crash there. Seemed like a good idea at the time and I accompanied these friends to it. What I saw was a home that looked healthy enough on the outside, but it was lifeless as there was no sign of anybody in it. We entered this house and while most of the friends opted to go upstairs, which was nice and clean enough, my closest friend and I went downstairs instead. Down there it was terrible. Abandoned. Musty. Everything down there was worn out and it was an entirely different world than what was upstairs.
What I recall most from that dream was the uneasy feeling I developed the second we stepped foot into that house. It amplified once we were in the basement and suddenly that fatigue I felt was replaced with a sense of urgency to get out. I tried hard to alert everyone around me that we should not be in that house but nobody would listen. They, like every other dream I’ve had in this kind of situation, were oblivious to the dangers that evidently only I saw plain as day.
As it turned out, I was the only one with enough sense to get out of that house. Everybody else stayed in side, refusing to listen to my reasoning. No sooner did I get out did that house collapse, burying everyone inside with no way out. I knew just by watching not one of them survived. As horrific as it was to see that I knew I had to keep moving. Evidently escaping that house wasn’t enough. The danger wasn’t over and I knew I had to press on.
I remember in this dream I was surrounded by so many familiarities in the form of buildings and landmarks. It wasn’t difficult for me to walk around in my effort to get as far away from danger as I could, but I knew not one spot was safe for as long as I remained in that city. Along the way I’d encounter shadows of people and when I was in situations where I could warn them I’d try, but it’d be in vain. They, like those closest to me, were unaware just how dire their situation really was. Some saw me give warning but either mocked or ignored it. Some didn’t see me at all. However, all of them didn’t survive. They, like my friends, found themselves trapped in situtations where death was imminent and not one of them could find their way out.
In this particular dream I went from being surrounded by people to watching the population drop off until it felt like I was the only one left. Everything around me had become barren and any sign of life was gone. I remember somewhere along this dream I went from walking on the ground to finding myself floating slightly above ground and then above whatever buildings that still stood. I also remember not being fearful when this happened, but rather relieved. The further I ascended the further I could see the darkness that surrounded me wasn’t just isolated to the neighborhood I had wandered in. It was literally worldwide. I also observed I wasn’t alone going up, but there were such a tiny few who were. I knew they could see everything I saw and I felt this was the primary reason why our ridiculously small number of survivors were getting taken away from a world of darkness that had proven to be inescapable for all those still stuck in it.
The reason I shared these particular dreams is sometimes I look back at them and wonder if that application of God trying to tell me something is valid, or if the life experiences I’ve had has strung these particular dreams together as a result of the kind of life I lived. One thing I have come to realize is that I do see things most people don’t. I am also no conformist despite at one time I made efforts to become one. This doesn’t make me a better person than anyone else, but one thing I also often do is wonder why I am here and in the kind of world I’m in. Why me? Why here? Why now?
I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, regardless if we agree with it or understand it. I also believe in God, but at the same time take moments to have a good look at myself too as I know only I am responsible for my actions no matter how much in control God may be of everything that takes place at all times.
When I look at these particular dreams I wondered if they can actually be strung together to make sense. To me they do. As a kid I see people trapped in a room, surrounded by dark walls with what appears to be no way out. As a teen I see what starts out to be a bridge of safety from two worlds that are in states of pure chaos, but it’s evident just standing on that bridge won’t make you safe as you have to make a decision in order to survive. As a adult what seems simple on the outside becomes complex as soon as you’re on the inside and are willing to take steps and explore around. As an adult, as I get older, these complexities branch out to more than just my immediate surroundings.
One common ground I’ve found most of these dreams have is darkness. The next is oblivion. I actually never gave this much thought until a few short days ago, which is what prompted me to write this blog down. Most people who know me think I suffer from some sort of Chicken Little Syndrom lately where I’m always sounding off alarms and am willing to go to bat over issues where most other people don’t care to. I was a relatively quiet person until the end of 2014, even though I felt awake and alerted much sooner than that. Ever since taking the decision to speak up and try to wake as many people up as I can I’ve found that I’ve actually become the very thing I dreamed about since early childhood. I feel like I’m all alone when I try to get others to see what I see and acknowledge the clear and present danger that stares them in the face. Of those whom I try to warn they either fail to acknowledge it or choose to ignore it. Because of this, my fear that those dreams I’ve had will come to see fruition in a manner I had hoped deep down would never occur has heightened.
I’ve become that kid who is warning those trapped inside the dark walls that we are in a bad situation that will kill us all. I’ve also come to relate to that teen stuck on the bridge as she eyeballs the options sitting at all angles from where she’s standing. No option seems to be a safe one but I have to take it. I fear now that I have chosen that side that I didn’t do so quickly enough and am now finding myself still trapped between that bridge which has given out and the side that I have chosen. This is a strange spot to be in because I feel like I’m being held in place that I can probably best describe as suspension of faith.
I’ve also become that young adult who dreamt of the oddball houses where it seems simple enough on the outside, but as I dare to explore I find they’re more complicated than they appear. This is how I’ve always approached life as I’m not afraid to just pick up and explore and quite often I do find what seemed easy enough at the start has a few forks in the road that put me back to that unstable bridge feeling all over again. And now as an older adult, I see what’s going on with much clearer eyes and for the past two years I’ve been sounding off the best I can to warn those closest to me and even strangers. Up until 2014 I opted to keep my mouth shut for the most part because I was afraid of how people would react to what I have to say and I was afraid of being wrong. That all changed when I took the decision to take more control of my life and stop expecting others, including God, to help do it for me.
Did my dreams lead me to this point? Not really, but I don’t rule them out either. Dreams, just like our experiences in life, happen for a reason. This is my belief, whether it’s God trying to tell you something or merely your own mind weaving some sort of spiritual message that’s meant to reach deeper.
I just returned from being with my family as we joined together to honor my brother who recently passed away from a brain aneurysm at the age of 56 years of age. It was a surreal experience that actually saw some interesting events that took place that wound up causing me to be late for my own brother’s memorial service. What happened was the brakes to the vehicle I drove down with seized up and I wound up spending a good portion of the day getting these things fixed as quickly as possible so I could get to where I needed to be on time.
Okay, so I wasn’t on time, but I still made it. Everybody was still there and it was all good. The reason why I am bringing this up in this particular blog is I wanted to share my experience with anyone who cares to read it. In essence, this is what I have done with all my blog posts since I started doing this thing. For those who have not figured it out by now I just put what is on my mind at the time either as a means to vent or just express myself in a manner I see fit. I do not do this for appraisal or approval. I actually don’t even do it for attention. I treat my blog like a diary of sorts and just share it because it is my hope that whoever comes across whatever I write either takes it as an educational experience or a dose of amusement, based on however you view my little rants and raves.
This past weekend was more eventful than I bargained for. Already I knew it would be a trying one because it was not a pleasure trip I was embarking on. It was to pay respects to my brother in a manner that was almost robbed from me because of the mismanagement of his affairs by someone whom both he and I thought could be trusted. I could go into the full scale drama about it, but this would not honor my brother or bring him back so I choose not to go there.
The direction I am choosing is more focused on the importance of recognizing our blessings as we get them and count them all for what they are worth. This even includes moments where they may not seem like blessings as they’re happening, but once reality sinks in that is precisely what they are.
Before my boyfriend and I even embarked on our trip there was a decision as to which vehicle to take for the trip. I had just traded mine in for another the day before. Yes, this was odd timing, but my vehicle trade was already in the works prior to my brother’s death and as profound as that situation was the truth of the matter is life still goes on.
The dilemma between the choice between the two vehicles was to either take one that I hardly know yet on a long distance trip (9 hours one way) or take one that already had rough brakes. I wanted to take mine, but the boyfriend insisted to take his so I went with his decision. I figured since it was mostly highway driving it shouldn’t be that bad.
I was wrong. For starters, one of the highways we took literally deserves to be dubbed Highway From Hell because that is precisely what it was. The very fact this road was even accessible to the public is a crime by the transportation department itself. It was extremely dangerous and definitely contributed to the rapid decline of the condition of the brakes of the vehicle we chose to drive. However, a guaranteed fact is if we took my car instead of his we would not have made it through that highway at all. My car is much lower than his SUV and some of those bumps and holes we encountered would have mutilated my machine and we never would have made it out the province of Saskatchewan let alone my own brother’s memorial service.
So, in a sense, I counted my blessing with the fact that we did go with a vehicle that had brake issues. This is even after the fact that once we made it to our motel I had observed the grinding noise of these brakes did give me strong cause for concern. However, despite knowing this I knew there were still tasks at hand that needed to be done. This included picking up my brother’s remains from the funeral home that was kind enough to honor my wishes. This also included meeting up with members of my family for an evening where it was just a tiny handful of us before the big day, which was slated for the next day. My boyfriend opted to stay behind at the motel as he was fatigued and has actually been battling a few health ailments. For me, the very fact that he chose to come with me was enough. It was initially agreed the day of the memorial service would be more ideal. He has only met a tiny handful of my family once while the rest are still perfect strangers to him. Meeting them while sick and fatigued would not have been a good move so I allowed him his night to relax while I got my night with some of those closest to me to share stories and vent.
It was a great evening until I attempted to leave their home for the motel. I couldn’t even move the SUV. I could start it, no problem, but going in reverse was out of the question. That was the only way out of the driveway. My cousins come out and we try to figure out the problem. No luck. This vehicle was not going to move. We noticed 3 wheels were willing to turn. However, in order to get a vehicle moving properly you need all 4 of them to cooperate. Clearly the 4th was not going to cooperate and we saw why. Something was seized or melded in such a manner that the only way this vehicle was going to go anywhere was by a tow job.
Realizing there was nothing further we could do for the night given the hour (everything closed by then) my cousins were good enough to drive me back to the motel and then agree to come and get me again in the morning. I explained all this to the boyfriend and to my surprise he took it better than expected. He is one of those types of people where if something does not go well he will have some sort of emotional meltdown. Now granted, he did not take the news well that his SUV was hooped, but shared the same mentality I did. No point fretting over something you can’t do anything about just yet. Tomorrow is another day. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
We spent the rest of the evening simply relaxing until the next morning. This is when I sprung into action. First it was a call to my cousins to see when they’d be at the motel to pick us up. Immediately after that it was contact a garage that could work on these brakes on a Saturday. I found a garage and explained my situation. They were great. Already they knew what to do from their end. Now it was a matter to get that SUV to them, which I knew would be a long haul and an expensive tow job. The towing fee was already $100 just for the hook up, plus $3 per kilometer. The mileage is approximately 80 kilometers so do the math. $240 + $100 = OUCH! And if anybody has had any kind of mechanical work done to their vehicles you know this is not a cheap undertaking.
Luckily for me, there was roadside assistance coverage so no towing fee all to take care of. We actually had our coverage lapse, but my relatives whom my SUV was still at came through with their coverage and all was well. When my cousins drove me back to their place we arrived just moments before the tow truck driver did and once all the details were mostly ironed out it was agreed I’d accompany the tow truck driver to the garage the SUV was being taken to. My cousins actually followed us in with their car. They saw to it that I was not left hanging or stranded by any means.
This is the point now where I should point out that my boyfriend’s ailments did not get any better. Although no longer fatigued, the stress of the situation simply forced the ailments he had already been experiencing to be compounded to the point where it was best he stay behind in the motel room and just take it easy. The financial details was left in my hands, but with his funds as it was his vehicle. He trusts me enough to know I would never do anything dubious, just as I trust him the same way.
Now, getting back to the SUV story, once we arrived at the garage I observed how great the tow truck driver and the garage staff were. The way they handled this immovable object without error was so impressive I swear I was watching a live artwork taking place before me. Truly amazing. At the same time, my cousins showed up and they stayed with me for as long as they could before realizing they had to be back in order to help their mother finish with setting up my brother’s memorial arrangements. I, unfortunately, had no choice but to stay behind but oddly enough I was okay with it. Why? Because I knew between these awesome relatives of mine who got so involved with this showed me my brother was in good hands with them and I had nothing to worry about. All I needed to do was show up.
The staff at the garage knew this and were nothing short of speedy and professional as they did whatever they could to get my SUV road worthy before the end of the day. One positive we did learn before my cousins had to go back was that the SUV would indeed be ready before the end of the day. The negative was how much it was going to cost, but again the positive side to that one is there were enough funds to cover it. I will tell you right now in this regard you have on idea how thankful I truly was that we were somehow blessed to have enough to cover something that was a very costly repair to do. Normally we don’t have such funds but the company whom my boyfriend and I both work at paid him a very healthy bonus for his loyal workmanship that it was enough to take care of something immediately without too much stress about it. For me, as unfortunate as this situation was I actually counted our blessings that the ability to come up with quick resolves to such a sudden handful of unpleasant experiences was there.
Granted, the situation was stressful but I was okay with it. Even my less than healthy boyfriend was okay. We were both okay and before the day was done the SUV was okay too. Well, sorta.
Turns out it was more than just one brake that needed immediate attention. There were two. Both were replaced but we also observed the tires were not wonderful. In fact, two of them are bald. Very bald. The garage didn’t have the right tires to have them replaced, but did rotate them as they were originally in the front. Now placed in the back, even if they blew on the way home for some crazy reason it is way easier to handle a vehicle with a blown tire in the rear than it is in the front. It still won’t be a pretty experience, but certainly more manageable.
Lucky for us it didn’t come down to that. We were able to make it home without any further vehicle trouble. However, I should point out I did wind up late for my own brother’s memorial. However, of those who attended, they were all good enough to at least wait until I got there. That was great. It showed me how awesome family truly is. Now, don’t get me wrong. It was never about me. It was about my brother. It was also about people who cared coming together and just enjoying family time together. For me, this is more important than anything. I don’t get to spend enough time with my family as it is, so this was great. It would have been better if my boyfriend was with me too, but I am a firm believer everything happens for a reason. We may not always agree with it at the time and it may not always be pleasant, but the very fact that a person can still get through it without losing their cool and still hold their head up high speaks volumes. To me it shows that the power of positive thinking and a good attitude goes a very long way to help a person get through even the most difficult days.
I also believe in the power of prayer. I believe in God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit and even in angels. I firmly believe the human race is connected by what the Holy Spirit provides in all of us. We are all connected and this is what I find an essential ingredient that binds our humanity to where it needs to be. God is our creator and our one true father. We each have parents, yes, but without God’s say not even this particular blessing would have come into light. I believe each of us have people and situations in our lives that give us the sculpting tools needed to shape who we are and what we wish to become. For those who make the most out of it by opting a positive road and counting their blessings no matter what the occasion is, I honestly believe these are the best qualities that make humanity such an awesome masterpiece in my eyes.
There’s been situations thrown in my face, especially recently, where I could have opted to feel sorry for myself and hate the world as a result. I have learned both my brother and I have been wronged by someone we trusted and while my brother is no longer alive to do anything about it, I am. However, instead of taking the hateful road and condemning those who’ve done those wrongs I opt to make a positive out of it. That positive is helping me realize just how valuable family and friends truly are who exercise the true meaning of compassion, love and understanding. This is what defines the human race and what drives me to do whatever I can with whatever power I have to believe not just in God, but in humanity as a whole.
Family to me is everything, as are my friends. I am not the most emotional person in the world and at times I may actually come across as cold, but in truth I am far from this. I am passionate, there is no doubt about that, but at the same time I do try to keep my sense of humanity in check. This means doing whatever I can to maintain a positive attitude no matter how dire a situation becomes. I do have moments where I fail and have a breakdown, but those are momentary at best and I believe needed moments to just let the pressure go. Each person experiences these, but the key is to make the effort to bounce back. Don’t look at a bad event or situation as a curse. Look at it as a blessing in disguise. Life throws all sorts of curves in our direction and it is up to us how we wish to learn from the experience. Do so in a positive manner and be a better person for it is my favorite option because it keeps me focused on what’s truly important in my life.
Not only is family and friends the most important aspects to my little world, but my faith in humanity and in our creator. I believe as crazy as our weekend was what helped us get through it was believing in that one way or the other everything would work itself out through the wonderful combination of prayer and resourcefulness. To be perfectly honest, I do not believe you can have one without the other.