I trusted my dad. When I lost him at 12, I didn’t know who or where to always turn. I did turn to my mom; sometimes I turned to my siblings. I had a few friends I would talk to but it was hard for me to trust as much as I probably should have. I figured most comments from others would just show and tell me their own ideas of how things should be. Of course that’s true but it made me hesitate. As I got older, things turned around in that most of what others said became a good idea. Listening to what others said really confused me, especially if it conflicted with what I was thinking. Where does one go when there is no one besides yourself anymore? My friends in CA are there and I shouldn’t and don’t expect too much from just due to geography alone. My friends here, well certainly my brothers too, seem to be avoiding me I think because they have issues in their own lives to see what this schmuck is into. I haven’t seen Dane since last August. I’ve gotten two emails from him. the last an address for a home in Lafayette. What he probably doesn’t know is what I make each month less than they want for the price of admission. I was hoping that I would go to the Masonic Homes (now Village) in PA as it was right across from Patton. http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Masonic+Village-Elizabethtown,+PA&sll=39.950873,-86.261937&sspn=0.105802,0.307274&ie=UTF8&hq=Masonic+Village-&hnear=Elizabethtown,+PA&ll=40.142993,-76.611786&spn=0.024736,0.076818&z=14 Poetic? Ironic? Maybe. I applied there first in November, 2008. Dane helped me fill out the application and then mailed it.
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