My dad and I were talking over a cup of coffee this morning and reminiscing on how just 5 years ago him and my mother were on the verge of losing everything. House, cars, land…everything.
Now, 5 years later, following bankruptcy he just purchased his 13th or 14th home, I lost track. I too fell prey to the BK and as we were talking I thought to myself, “How the heck did I make it?” Emotionally I was a HOT mess…I lost my house, slept on the floor for a year, was slandered on the media, lost “friends”, respect and pride and struggled with depression so bad that I sometimes would just lay in bed…numb.
It was a dark period for me…I remember selling books so I could pay the toll road to support my girlfriend at one of her engagements. I ONLY made it through because I had some people who believed in me and verbalized that belief. Now, there are many others who have helped me along the way but I just wanted to give a shout out to a few…and give me a break I was not using a script
And in a side note…I haven’t “made it” yet. Nor do I think that I ever will. The moment that you “make it” you begin to digress. Life is known as life because life has energy. It moves. It progresses. Death is void of energy, void of momentum, and void of progress.
Sadly there are many dying people still participating in the land of the living.