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Certain events in our lives, weigh heavier than others, on our hearts and in our minds.
One event in particular, try have I, to forget ...
Has simply forged itself, deep within my memory, never to be forgotten.
An event so hurtful, so heartless, without just cause.
Back in 1999, while I lived in Vancouver, a single mom, simply trying to make ends meet, I came to realize that things weren't going so well for me, for us and it was time to leave this city and return home, to more familiar grounds.
I quit my job.
Gave my landlord notice that we were moving and sublet our apartment.
Put a $200 deposit on a moving truck.
Purchased 2 one-way plane tickets to Montreal, at a cost of $400 each, the last of our money.
I proceeded to gather up what we needed and sold everything else we could not afford to move,
e.g. beds, sofas, furniture, etc ...
10 days before we were to leave, I get a call from my brother in Montreal ...
A call I will never forget.
A call that forever changed my life.
A call that almost ended my life ...
His words, so heartless, so careless, so evil ...
"So I hear you are planning to return to Montreal?
What ever gave you the idea you were welcome back here?"
When our conversation ended, I immediately burst into tears.
I have never felt so alone in my life, until that moment.
I have never felt so alone in my life, until that moment.
The only image I had, was that of running a nice warm bubble bath,
for my son and I, including our electric toaster.
I had ...
No job.
No money.
No job.
No money.
No apartment, no home, no other place to go.
No way of retrieving my deposit from the moving company.
No way of getting my money back from Air Canada, as our tickets were non-refundable.
No family.
No support.
No help.
Nothing, we had nothing.
It is a true miracle, looking back, as had it not been for a friend, who sensed something was wrong and came over right away, I would not be writing this story here for you to read.
Do I still speak to my brother?
Do I still speak to my mother, who allowed such a thing to happen?
The answer is YES ...
As I am all heart and must forgive.
Do they remember this?
If they did, perhaps I would be treated differently.
Unfortunately, remorse is not part of their DNA.
As long as I live I will forever remain ...
- Easilly discarded
- Easilly forgotten
- Easilly replaced
- Easilly abused
No matter how much good I do, their perception of me, the way they feel about me, the way they treat me, will never change.
I must change.
Note: This is a rough copy of this story. Many details missing. Look for an updated version soon.
As long as I live I will forever remain ...
- Easilly discarded
- Easilly forgotten
- Easilly replaced
- Easilly abused
No matter how much good I do, their perception of me, the way they feel about me, the way they treat me, will never change.
I must change.
Note: This is a rough copy of this story. Many details missing. Look for an updated version soon.
