Sunday, March 20, 2011
Spring Break?
So this coming week is spring break and if I was ten or twelve years younger without kids I would be completely pumped. Well that's not the case, I have two children and now am working sixty plus hours a week to keep up with bills during this economic downturn. Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but sometimes at the end of the week after work, school functions, paying eighty dollars to put gas in my truck, then spending the only extra time that I can find on Sunday to sit in front of the computer and try to cram 12 hours of classes into a half a day gets a little old. However I am definitely looking forward to not having any homework to do this week so that maybe I can catch up on some house and yard work since it is now the season for that to. I would love a plane ticket to a beach even just for a day, just to get away from the madness that has become my life.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Just a little story
This is just a little story, a story of a man that was confused.
There once was a man with two children, this man loved his children more than anything and was for the most part lost without them. This man had a job, a house, a vehicle, was continuing his education to better provide for his childrens future. Now this man seemed to be on the right track as far as everyone else could see. However he felt trapped, trapped by a busy life with non stop expectations of the man he should be irregardless of any hardships that he may face or had faced. Only he knew the true demons that haunted him daily. This man never shyed from stretching himself to the limit emotionally or fisically for others and willingly placing himself second to others within his friends and family circle. The one thing that this man could never let beat was a addiction, an addiction to heroine. Heroine was this mans demon. A demon that made everyhing else in his life disappear once injected into his veins. Now some suspected that he had some form of addiction to some mind altering substance and yet failed to help him, failed to be there for him in his time of need and times of personal struggle. This man would have died happily helping anyone, but instead he died alone in his bed leavig behind two beautiful little boys to be raised by their grandmother. It was the demon that killed him, his escape from reality, his substance of choice to help him cope with lifes hardships. He will be dearly missed and anyone who had the privilage of knowing this man will forever have a whole within their hearts because he is gone.
This little story is about my cousin. He spent his life helping others while leaving himself struggling with life and searching for reason. Matt died alone in his bed after injecting some bad heroine into his veins and was buried on his 28th birthday. I will truly miss him for the man that he was and will forever hate the demon that took him away. I and all who thought that maybe he had an addiction will never forgive ourselves for not stepping up and stepping in to ask the questions that would have been neccessary to possibly save his life.
There once was a man with two children, this man loved his children more than anything and was for the most part lost without them. This man had a job, a house, a vehicle, was continuing his education to better provide for his childrens future. Now this man seemed to be on the right track as far as everyone else could see. However he felt trapped, trapped by a busy life with non stop expectations of the man he should be irregardless of any hardships that he may face or had faced. Only he knew the true demons that haunted him daily. This man never shyed from stretching himself to the limit emotionally or fisically for others and willingly placing himself second to others within his friends and family circle. The one thing that this man could never let beat was a addiction, an addiction to heroine. Heroine was this mans demon. A demon that made everyhing else in his life disappear once injected into his veins. Now some suspected that he had some form of addiction to some mind altering substance and yet failed to help him, failed to be there for him in his time of need and times of personal struggle. This man would have died happily helping anyone, but instead he died alone in his bed leavig behind two beautiful little boys to be raised by their grandmother. It was the demon that killed him, his escape from reality, his substance of choice to help him cope with lifes hardships. He will be dearly missed and anyone who had the privilage of knowing this man will forever have a whole within their hearts because he is gone.
This little story is about my cousin. He spent his life helping others while leaving himself struggling with life and searching for reason. Matt died alone in his bed after injecting some bad heroine into his veins and was buried on his 28th birthday. I will truly miss him for the man that he was and will forever hate the demon that took him away. I and all who thought that maybe he had an addiction will never forgive ourselves for not stepping up and stepping in to ask the questions that would have been neccessary to possibly save his life.
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