(1) I’m in good spirits this morning, and rested, after a lengthy period of anxiety and self-doubt.
(2) I’ll be turning 66 on Wednesday, and I have yet to have a serious physical ailment beyond a flu or a common cold.
(3) I’m at a new clinic where I have finally begun to receive effective treatment for my Severe ADHD and Dyslexia.
(4) Though I awoke discouraged, I found myself encouraged after a long talk with my good friend Danielle, wherein I was reminded of all the many positives in my present life.
(5) Just after Danielle and I got off the phone, I received a first-time call from Jennifer, the new behavioral health specialist at the clinic. As a result of her influence and insight, I am uplifted. I am now encouraged to focus on that which I am able to change; i.e., my own self, and not on those whom I am unable to change; i.e., most of my old friends and family members in the State of California.
(6) Alastair not only published two of my articles in the April issue of Street Spirit, but is giving me the opportunity to write regular monthly articles on a certain exciting theme, and also is willing to recommend my work to three major San Francisco Bay Area newspapers.
(7) I have found a publishing house in White Plains, Michigan willing to publish the anthology I am compiling of stories I’ve written about homelessness in America.
(8) Two weeks ago, I received a definite offer for a production of an unstaged concert-reading of Eden in Babylon at a local community theatre company. The only reason I’ve not yet said “yes” is because a fully staged production is in the works at a much larger venue on the University level.
(9) I have not met one person in this city who does not want to see Eden in Babylon produced here and elsewhere. By contrast, there was not one person in the last city where I lived who cared about my musical at all.
(10) Three years ago I was in that city — and I was sleeping under a bridge. I had been homeless and borderline-homeless in the San Francisco Bay Area for twelve years — and life was getting worse and worse. Everybody I knew had given me up for gone. Everybody I knew was just waiting to read my obituary, and I myself expected to die a miserable death in a California gutter. Now, three years later, every prayer that I prayed to God in anger, yea, in outrage – is being answered – in spades.
Life will always have its ups and downs, and we are none of us perfect. But the fact that I am not only alive and healthy, but also in the process of fulfilling my life’s dream, is little short of a miracle. Glory to God – to the One True God — Jesus Christ – on High.
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