To love the people you caused pain
And help them learn your name
Oh no, not too late
It's never too late to start all over again."
Good Day World!
Tuesday testimonial time.
I've had to start all over again a couple of times in my life. The first time was the transition from civilian (19 years-old/photo) to soldier.
Coming back from Vietnam in 1970 was a jarring transition. From playing pickup basketball in gyms to humping through jungles full of enemies, my world spun like a top.
When I got back in "the world" I had to suddenly adjust from combat to being a civilian again. Hard times. I drifted for several years, roaming from job-to-job, from state-to-state, and from my nightly nightmares.
Long story short. I fell in love and got married. That was the start of a journey that took me back from the edge of sanity to college and a career as a journalist.
The story doesn't end there however.
After 20 years of working in newspapers and magazines, PTSD got the better of me. I could no longer work and descended back to the dark places in my brain that pulled me - screaming - back into the jungle.
It took over two decades to get to the place that I can now say is a good one. I can honestly say I've learned how to live with my PTSD. It'll never go away, but there are many things I can do to save my day.
That's it folks. I sincerely mean it when I say, It's never too late to start all over again.
Time for me to walk on down the road...