As he searched for treasure in and around the boulders and gravel I found GOLD in a
friendship with Marie.
There may have been 3 vehicles parked in the shade along this stretch of route 112
but the woman in both made their way over to say hello and to say h to JT.
This part of the story will focus on Marie. She said she was from MA in an area I used to go to once a
day, in my Big Rig.
I was siting in a chair throwing sticks or a frisbee to JT and told her about my back and she said she
knew my pain.
In fact today was the first time she had left the home with her husband for fun in 8 years. She had been
hurt in an accident at work, boy could we relate.
We talked and talked and tears flowed from both of us.
We knew each others pain.
She saw me as strong . It was not till we spoke she knew I too, was broken.
She has to go through exactly what I had gone through for 10 years for her ,now
8. years of hell. I told her to hang on it would soon be over.
It is what they do to hard workers who get hurt and go after them for damages.
They want us to give up and God knows I came close more than once.
She has to fight for disability. I told her how. I asked her to please just not to give up.
After hugging her and telling her it would be OK my mate saw us crying and said
“Do you know each other?” he was smiling as this happens so much he is used to it.
Marie told him I was so special and he smiled again and said he knew. He also told her
this happens to me a lot now that I have started to really LIVE my life again. I am glad
it is with him.
So I let Marie know how to reach me. I do not know if she will but one thing I am sure of
is the fact she left that river’s edge a little stronger inside. She needed to meet someone who had gone
through the pain and depression and had come out the other side. Yes battered and bruised but no
longer busted and broken. I refused the drugs finally and am finally Living and Lovin ( the name of my
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