Hardship is indiscriminate; it can happen to anyone with the best of intentions, morals, highest GPA and earning potential. No fingers may point and if it’s a consequence, it can and will consume any who bed down with their mistakes with any sense of permanence.
It starts off very simply — like a car crash in slow motion. There was a laundry list of occurrences in our case. Little things we would try to fix, but hit dead ends, unsure where to turn next. As my husband’s time in the Navy drew to a close, we were being told by many to go to our local JAG (military legal aid) office to report multiple legal concerns involving the separation. JAG never answered their phones and the recording didn’t include an address. I walked the entire base, asking everyone I met how to find them; no one knew… not even the friends and Drew’s co-workers who referred us. Even the FFSC was rendered useless as JAG had apparently relocated without telling anyone.
Over time, I melded together a make-do plan by the emblazoned brass of my lady balls. I came to realize my state of being is my attitude — homelessness, is an attitude. We became homeless, alright, but for us, it’s been an adventure in re-discovery of what’s truly important in life.
Ultimately, our survival depends on us. Your personal circumstances in life are no disqualifier, no matter what they are. Our original choices aren’t always the best. In our case, we re-defined success for ourselves making room to add value and joy to our lives. The pen is mightier than just about everything, swords included — you alone have the power to re-write your present story into the future.
Go get it.