My Friend’s Name Is Alone

I lived on a dead end street as a child and my favorite time was going across the street to play in the grown up fields and woods. Alone in this setting I could be and do anything I wanted, and enjoyed being by myself. Going to grade, junior and high school was a game changer for me. I had to mingle and be around other people, different events and a chance to play sports were pulling at me from all sides. I never allowed anything or anyone to take over or monopolize my life. I was more at home in the woods and sometimes walking the street just as long as I was alone. I was never for a long time  able to interact with people very well. Mom would always tell everyone that Gene will never find a wife unless it’s behind a tree in the woods somewhere. Well I found that girl who became my wife, not in the woods, but in the Post Office where I worked. She came as part -help from a college nearby. I still have my alone time but I now have the love of my life to share it with. Over the years we both have learned to give each other alone time. She likes to sit and read while I go out and try to find nature’s next hidden secret that it may share with me. I know now that I was never really alone, for my God was watching over me. So now when I go out in field  or forest, I still enjoy the quietness that I’ve always had, but now I’m not alone for my God and my wife and all my wonderful memories  go with me. I may never become the best writer in the world, but I want to thank my sister-in-law for making me feel that I am. I’m my worst critic so I need all the help I can get. May God bless you all and may you find in Him the love and forgiveness that we all need. Be Blessed and Remain a Blessing.P1010322

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