Here’s To New Beginnings!

Okay, so I’ve survived the first week of Mental Health and Addictions orientation. So here I am thinking to myself, that the orientation week was going to be laid back and a breeze. NOT!!! ALERT! ABORT! JUMP SHIP! Yup all of that and more. Overwhelmed would be a better word to describe my week of orientation. But the good news is that I am not the only one. Phew! So I am trying to figure out how to adjust to all of the newness. But hey I can do this! Am I just a little scared? Yup! Do I at times say to myself, “What the heck am I doing here?” Yup! Have I bitten off more then I can chew? “Not sure yet.”

So what’s the big deal you may ask? D2L, APA, WCA etc…. Change? what about it? (sounds better when you say it in a New York accent)

So I am sitting here saying to myself, wow look at all of these assignments I already have to do for next week. Time to sweep the dust out of the crevices of the old brain. I think that I am going to have to add a tetra byte of memory to the old CPU upstairs just to keep up with the demands of the program downstairs.

No one said that it was going to be easy. Well maybe I thought it would be EASIER!. Ha! Ha! I was wrong!

But I must say this, as is always the case, we have an excellent mix of people in the class. We have enough musicians to start a band. A good group of people we have indeed! All of us come from different experiences in life. Some just graduating from high school and some of us still trying to graduate from the school of life. But ALL of us are headed in the same direction. To help improve the human condition. We all strive to make this world a better place filled with compassion for another human being.

For the past month I’ve been volunteering at Our Place on Pandora. It’s been an eye opener. But not what most might be thinking. I see many people trying to better themselves. People who are trying to battle what it is they are battling. I see people who are grateful for the meals they can have, the clothes they can get, the warm showers they are able to take or just a safe place that they can be for a few hours during the day. Everyone has a story. But not too many people want to listen. Most of us are to busy judging. Too many of us just look away. Too many of us just walk on by. Too many of us just don’t care. But many of us are just one or two pay checks away from being jobless, homeless and the outcasts of society that we see on the streets. I choose to call them the forgotten ones. They’ve been forgotten by families, by friends and by society for the most part. But they are no different then you and I. They have feelings, emotions and yes, they even have a heart that beats so many beats per minute. Some faster. Some slower. Some of these people have a past. Some of them were entrepreneurs and owned successful businesses. Some worked as professionals in the business world. One thing I’ve noticed is that they do not judge each other. They all have something in common. But yes there are many who use and abuse the system. Some of them have given after many attempts of trying to get help. But only to be denied. Some have given up because of all of the red tape that they have tried to jump through to only still be denied. So some of them say fuck it!! I am done trying. Some of these people have not just tried for one day, a week a month or a year. Some have been trying for many years, but to no avail. But they still have wants and needs. But there’s are different from ours.

All of these people were born. They went to school as kids and had friends that they played with. Life was different back then. They had brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, grandfathers and grandmothers and dreams of becoming someone some day. So what happened? Where did it all go wrong? Some of them know that answer. But many are still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle that got them to where they are today.

So I guess I should just be grateful for what I am going through with the plate of hard work that is ahead of me, so that I can succeed and become a listener of their stories, so that I can try to help those who are waiting and wanting the help.

Here’s to new beginnings!!!

Peace…. Luke

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