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Title: Up The Down Staircase
At first, I was trying to push ahead when I really needed healing time.
Went from a homeless situation in Ohio to Florida for my daughter's wedding. (Dear
Was walking, literally, 100 blocks a day to get to my job and back to the
Salvation Army shelter. Had miraculously been included in her wedding party but I
was not the dude who gave her away.
to be beaten down...
Beat down enough to walk the streets of Sarasota, Florida begging God to kill me.
One of the member's of my Faith attempted an intervention--not for my psyche but
Went to the bank one day and cashed the check, took the $3,000 and went into an
alcoholic tail-spin. Rented a motel room and drank about a case of Guinness a day;
also smoked pot...
day--I had no motivation left at all--even to kill myself.
So, on to Sandusky, Ohio, my hometown and continued drinking.
My sister had hacked my email account and determined I was alive. Oh! I'd written
My sister did intervene with love. I went back to Florida and stayed with her,
went to the VA Hospital for psychological examination, got struck with a Chronic
Depression label, and found out I had Hepatitis C !
This is when I was certain something "spiritual" was going on: God, the Humorist, was letting me know Who was in charge. I told family and friends but they couldn't understand my delight.
The day for starting treatment for the Hep C arrived and I skidded into eleven
months of debilitation, crappy feelings, hair-loss, muscle-mass-loss, flu
symptoms, bone aches, anemia--all "normal" for the treatment.
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