In my twenties I thought my life was perfect. Then it started going downhill when I got into drugs and gambling. I didn't see it happening because at the moment I was having fun, living fast and living free. I had no respect for family, money or life. I lived on the streets by choice, parents kicked me out because of my lifestyle and since I wasn't willing to change, I chose to stay out on the streets. Tough love they called it...I understand it now.
I never thought about what I was going to do, how was I going to feed myself or where was I going to sleep each night...it just sort of came to me everyday. Now I realize that people, total strangers, were watching over me. They made sure if they saw me that I ate something. If I was tired they offered their home if I wanted to rest or clean myself up. If I didn't want to be found they hid me. If I wanted to gamble they would let me play, and if I wanted to do drugs it was free. Then one day I woke up and asked myself what I was doing and was this how my life was supposed to be...my mind answered "you're lost and yes, this was how you're life is supposed to be...until you want it to be different".
That first phone call back to my parents when I was about to turn 33yrs old was the day my life changed. That was 9 years ago. I'm 42 now and my world is different. I have a husband, 3 dogs, a house with a mortgage, a job I love, a boat that we use to get away from reality and money saved up for a rainy day. I'm happy...truly at peace with myself kind of happy.
I can't remember the names of the people that helped me but their faces and their actions will stay with me for the rest of my life...I owe them not only my very existence, but more importantly, I owe them to keep the promise I made them for keeping me alive and safe to lead the life I was supposed to lead and help others that were lost just like me. Moral of this story is that it's never too late to change but that there are things, bad things some have to go through to make you wake up and ask yourself, "what are you doing, and is this really how you want it to be...answer is up to you but if its not, it is never too late to change.
I never got to say thank you so I don't expect one in return. Whether its buying someone a meal, finding a stray dog their home, offering the elderly your seat, letting a car go in front of you when no one else will, returning a lost ring found in a bathroom, paying for someone else's haircut because someone paid for yours, paying it forward when the opportunity arises...I'm keeping my promise and good things are always happening. This is the life I'm supposed to be living.
Sincerely,
Secret Society of Guardians...join me
I never thought about what I was going to do, how was I going to feed myself or where was I going to sleep each night...it just sort of came to me everyday. Now I realize that people, total strangers, were watching over me. They made sure if they saw me that I ate something. If I was tired they offered their home if I wanted to rest or clean myself up. If I didn't want to be found they hid me. If I wanted to gamble they would let me play, and if I wanted to do drugs it was free. Then one day I woke up and asked myself what I was doing and was this how my life was supposed to be...my mind answered "you're lost and yes, this was how you're life is supposed to be...until you want it to be different".
That first phone call back to my parents when I was about to turn 33yrs old was the day my life changed. That was 9 years ago. I'm 42 now and my world is different. I have a husband, 3 dogs, a house with a mortgage, a job I love, a boat that we use to get away from reality and money saved up for a rainy day. I'm happy...truly at peace with myself kind of happy.
I can't remember the names of the people that helped me but their faces and their actions will stay with me for the rest of my life...I owe them not only my very existence, but more importantly, I owe them to keep the promise I made them for keeping me alive and safe to lead the life I was supposed to lead and help others that were lost just like me. Moral of this story is that it's never too late to change but that there are things, bad things some have to go through to make you wake up and ask yourself, "what are you doing, and is this really how you want it to be...answer is up to you but if its not, it is never too late to change.
I never got to say thank you so I don't expect one in return. Whether its buying someone a meal, finding a stray dog their home, offering the elderly your seat, letting a car go in front of you when no one else will, returning a lost ring found in a bathroom, paying for someone else's haircut because someone paid for yours, paying it forward when the opportunity arises...I'm keeping my promise and good things are always happening. This is the life I'm supposed to be living.
Sincerely,
Secret Society of Guardians...join me
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