Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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A sad but authentic view of life these days, and so the understanding that we can offer will help to make sense of what is a tragic lifestyle. Hope is forever and together there is another way 🙂 A fine posting of awareness Willowdot.
Yes Andro it is a sad state of affairs when all this is true , I feel I need to shock people to draw their attention to what is going on. I feel I need to help. Have a good day my friend. xx
I can’t help but thinking as I read this about all of the people who close their eyes to anything outside themselves, especially if it request empathy, or heaven forbid, action. The reason I say this is that some people bemoan all that needs to be done in the world, while at the same time not even taking time to help one or two people among those they meet everyday. It takes so little to reach out to another, but so many of us are too busy to do anything for anyone else. I fear we are becoming a group of people who are so inwardly focused on what satisfies us in the moment.
At the same time, what I notice about what you write is that you are calling attention to the individual suffering that is multiplied by thousands. There are so many others out there who talk about what they believe are “bigger” issues, but most of the time, it’s simply talk and debate, very little real action.
This piece reminds me that the times I take to help another person, one to one, is important, especially in that person’s life. If their lives are touched by caring, they may be able to return the favor. We can’t wave a magic wand to end suffering and problems, but we can make differences in whatever ways our own lives allow. Most importantly, we need to wake up and see the possibilities for making that kind of difference.
I think that’s what I like most about your writing. You challenge us to see the pain in the everyday situations we find ourselves in, and to do something about it.
Yes Deborah we do need to look out for and help each other. We need to keep shouting and bringing these things slap bang in front of their eyes.
It is no good to say awe! poor thing we need to help we need people to know, open their eyes and see. Thank you Deborah, thank you for listening!
Thank you for speaking! I was thinking this morning about all the people who cross our paths that really need someone, and it’s so easy to just put blinders on and say it’s not our problem. For example, some people think that I spend way too much time with my students outside of class. But I’m going to tell you that I’m in awe of the number of students who eventually will share their burdens and accept assistance if someone will just take the time to smile or invite them to talk.
We may not think touching the lives of one or two people makes a difference, but it does. Doing nothing just perpetuates the problem.
Keep speaking the truth, WIllow! If even one person starts DOING something instead of just saying, AWWW, you’ve made a difference. And I believe that you are reaching many more people than you know.
Well done you, every student you help is is one less frighted or troubled soul. All we can do is reach out and offer. Sometimes even just a smile in passing is enough. xxxx
We need to keep pushing the message, we must never give up on trying.
Yes it is so sad, why are there so many sad and desperate people. Depression , repression , pain and grief are no respecter of age or gender or even nationality. Love to you and Daniel.xxxxx
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Nice poem!
Thank you it is a sad statement on today’s society that I can write these words and know that they are true.
A sad but authentic view of life these days, and so the understanding that we can offer will help to make sense of what is a tragic lifestyle. Hope is forever and together there is another way 🙂 A fine posting of awareness Willowdot.
Andro xxxx
Yes Andro it really makes me want to reach out and help. Sometimes we need to shock to alert people to the sad reality of life. I want to help xx
Yes Andro it is a sad state of affairs when all this is true , I feel I need to shock people to draw their attention to what is going on. I feel I need to help. Have a good day my friend. xx
I can’t help but thinking as I read this about all of the people who close their eyes to anything outside themselves, especially if it request empathy, or heaven forbid, action. The reason I say this is that some people bemoan all that needs to be done in the world, while at the same time not even taking time to help one or two people among those they meet everyday. It takes so little to reach out to another, but so many of us are too busy to do anything for anyone else. I fear we are becoming a group of people who are so inwardly focused on what satisfies us in the moment.
At the same time, what I notice about what you write is that you are calling attention to the individual suffering that is multiplied by thousands. There are so many others out there who talk about what they believe are “bigger” issues, but most of the time, it’s simply talk and debate, very little real action.
This piece reminds me that the times I take to help another person, one to one, is important, especially in that person’s life. If their lives are touched by caring, they may be able to return the favor. We can’t wave a magic wand to end suffering and problems, but we can make differences in whatever ways our own lives allow. Most importantly, we need to wake up and see the possibilities for making that kind of difference.
I think that’s what I like most about your writing. You challenge us to see the pain in the everyday situations we find ourselves in, and to do something about it.
Thanks, WIllow!
Yes Deborah we do need to look out for and help each other. We need to keep shouting and bringing these things slap bang in front of their eyes.
It is no good to say awe! poor thing we need to help we need people to know, open their eyes and see. Thank you Deborah, thank you for listening!
Thank you for speaking! I was thinking this morning about all the people who cross our paths that really need someone, and it’s so easy to just put blinders on and say it’s not our problem. For example, some people think that I spend way too much time with my students outside of class. But I’m going to tell you that I’m in awe of the number of students who eventually will share their burdens and accept assistance if someone will just take the time to smile or invite them to talk.
We may not think touching the lives of one or two people makes a difference, but it does. Doing nothing just perpetuates the problem.
Keep speaking the truth, WIllow! If even one person starts DOING something instead of just saying, AWWW, you’ve made a difference. And I believe that you are reaching many more people than you know.
Well done you, every student you help is is one less frighted or troubled soul. All we can do is reach out and offer. Sometimes even just a smile in passing is enough. xxxx
We need to keep pushing the message, we must never give up on trying.
Great poem, powerful message and so aptly put!
Thank you so much. xx
Very painful, Willow, and true. The picture of the elderly folk is really sad. Just too sad.
Yes it is so sad, why are there so many sad and desperate people. Depression , repression , pain and grief are no respecter of age or gender or even nationality. Love to you and Daniel.xxxxx