My heart goes out the people who have lost their mothers and cannot celebrate this special day created to honor those who brought us into this world, as we kicked and screamed for attention from the one who loves us most, our mother.
That includes me and my siblings who lost our mother in 2016. The above photo is an old one of her that I post in her honor. By the time of her passing she looked much different as she was blessed to live until she was eighty-five.
For those who still have that special woman in their lives, I hope that circumstances allow you to spend time with her or to at least to let her know how much she means to you and how grateful that I hope you are for all she did to help you to get to the stage of life where you are at right now.
May God Bless all of the Mothers of the World on this special day.
[This blog has emotional content related to the loss of life and does contain links to my content on Quora.com where I may receive a small commission if anyone subscribes.]
My mother made me smoke a pack of cigarettes when I was twelve years old because she caught me smoking. She said she made me do it in hope that if it made me sick that I wouldn’t want to smoke (It didn’t work. I smoked for 42-years before I quit). The following article made me think of that and helped me to understand the thinking of this grandmother who forced her four-year old granddaughter to drink a half of a bottle of alcohol that robbed the precious child of her life.
Just as I know my mother made me smoke those cigarettes in hope that I’d get sick and decide not to smoke, I suspect that this grandmother and her daughter were drunk, and maybe problem drinkers or alcoholics, who didn’t want the little girl to grow up to be the same.
In the photo posted with Santa, I am one of the three children, the only one still alive. Addiction killed one of my brothers and the other died from health issues.
I reposted Could Be Me, last year because of my personal connection to addiction issues and know from experience about the heavy toll addiction takes on the lives of addicts and those near them, sometimes with devastating effects. Because of that, I sympathize with the grandmother and the child’s mother, neither of whom I feel had any idea that their actions were going to result in the loss of the precious child’s life.
One of my friends has a four-year old child. I cannot imagine how it would feel to loose someone so precious and special, as I am sure the little girl was who lost her life because of the actions of those who were supposed to be her loved ones.
Both of these child deaths are horrific events that illustrate the severe problem that some people have with alcohol and drug addiction. The sad part is that most will never change and will die as a result of their disease/illness/behavior.
I feel blessed and very fortunate for God giving me the strength to change my life before worse things happened as a result of my addiction problems. I did spend most of my life in prison, as I often write about on here and on Quora.com about my Life Inside and Out, but I have lived to fight another day, something that many addicts will not have because their addiction or associated behaviors will result in their deaths, just as it did my brother. 😦
[I posted this on Facebook to share with the world so I am sharing it here, too. Another associated blog that I wrote last year is Master Number 33 by Wayne T. Dowdy. Though I do acknowledge that I attend Twelve Step programs, I do not represent any such programs. I am simply a person who loves to show others that miracles do happen, one day at a time.]
April 5th, 1995, was the last day I used a mind-altering substance, the day a true miracle occurred since I have remained drug and alcohol free ever since. Someone once said that if I ever decided to play the lottery that I should play it on April 5th (I stopped smoking 9-years later on that day, too).
Driving to work in the rain that morning, about ten yards in front of me, a car in the right lane decided to cut across the left lane to make a left turn (from the right lane). I swerved sharply to avoid being hit in the right side of my car.
Another miracle occurred on that day when I avoided a collision. I didn’t even blow the horn, just kept on driving to my destination and thanking God for His continued protection of me.
Before the night was over, eBay notified me that my Peter Rabbit collection sold (the first item that I had listed). I shipped it today and have maintained my Five Star Rating.
The moral of the story is that miracles do happen, and even though I refuse to see myself as a miracle, I do acknowledge that I am evidence that miracles do happen. I hope that a miracle happens in each of your lives, every day, as they do in mine when I live to see another day with all body parts intact and still working.
“Time goes by fast when having fun” is an old cliché I use often. For me, it seems I spend most of my time spinning my wheels procrastinating at times.
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Revising a Life in Progress
Seven years ago when I began this website/blog with the assistance of my publisher at Midnight Express Books, I was sitting in the only Federal Correctional Institution that I was ever in during the thirty-years and ten-days that I served on a 420-month federal prison sentence.
My primary purpose was to use Straight from the Pen as a way to promote my books and to stand up and fight against the system that held my body but could not contain my mind and spirit. For evidence in regard to fighting the system while on the Inside, please read my blog, Fight for Change, and notice the copies of my letters written to the then BOP Director, Mark S. Inch, and Congressperson, Trey Gowdy.
What I became more successful at was fighting the system, which I continued after my release on August 28, 2018. My plan was to continue the fight with the help of concerned citizens who were willing to fight a worthy cause. Unfortunately, I stood alone when it came to financing the projects, as well as providing the content to elicit additional support.
People are quick to complain about public issues but very few put forth the necessary energy or time that it takes to do something about it, or to at least make an attempt to change what is troubling to them. That is true even when it comes to voting against the ones who lie to get a political seat, only to deceive those who voted to put them in office.
And so the story goes. At the end of the day, my most important goal was to keep from returning to the system I professed to hate. To accomplish that goal, I refused to live my life in a manner that would result in being wrapped in chains again, literally. Because my criminal history and tendency to slip away from confinement, I qualified for the Black Box Special during transportation, via the United States Marshall Service.
Those who qualify for the Black Box Special line of treatment, are escorted with a belly chain (large linked-chain heavier than what is used on most dogs) wrapped around their waist, with the handcuffs encased in a black box designed to make it more difficult to escape. To compliment the arrangement, shackles are secured around the legs near the ankles and often induce pain when walking.
So, as I type, I continue to accomplish the goal to be Free from Incarceration. The Revised Life I now live does not include committing crimes or doing things I shouldn’t be doing if I want to remain a free citizen, a Returning Citizen to society, not to the prison system.
Some of the other things I do are to provide content on Quora.com for my profile page and my space, Life Inside and Out. I am coming up on 1,000,000 views on Quora, and for Google Maps as a guide, over 24,000,000 views.
Right now, though, I need to work on getting some sleep so I can get up and do my good deeds at Goodwill as an Environmental Service Technician.
Feel free to make a modest contribution in the blocks below. I thank you in advance.
I chose the above photo for this years Women’s History Month because of the atrocities that the women in Ukraine and abroad are having to go through today, along with their male counterparts in some regions.
To read more about Women’s History Month, please read the associated blogs that I have written over the years to honor the Women of the World who continue to give themselves in many different ways that keeps us alive as a human race.