Many years ago when we wee retired people
Due to health and age we gave up our Apartmets
A place for returning soldiers whose Families resuded with us.
A little Village retired Vets, Military and to Units for recovering
NARA Families.. A place for the struggling to make it.or get a
New Start in life..So they could move on with their lives..
All the time we were there we only had one who had to return to
NARA (15 years) and I used to think what a great success rate, Native
Americans finding their way back , Veterans getting a education and
moving on, Soldiers some very special returning from Desert Storm
returning to their Families.. returning to a Village where they were
accepted with open arms.. a little Village setting on the eastside of
a busy bustling City that usually swallowed these people up and
left them homeless.. Being a Veteran Family, being of the Native
American Family and Struggling through life ..That was our Dream
paying forward what we could for those who really needed a helping
But 16 years later having a heart attack, doctors saying retire or die
We retired the saddest yet probably greatest days was the day I
was moved to the Oregon Coast.. When I went back to my Village I
discovered all our Able Families had packed everything up and 12
hours later there was a caravan of cars, vans, and trucks escorting
us over the Mountian to my new but old Home Town Where my Father
was Stationed when I was a baby, my retirement dream of many
years .. The Oregon Coast with rivers, the ocean and mountains my
idea of a little piece of Heaven.. They spent the day unpacked
everything.. So much love and such saddness any many tears..
And a new lifes starting over, regaining health, conecting with
Veterans and Coasties, and locating homes for a couple of
Veterans who decided they were going to retire where we were..
God was I blessed.. Until 2 1\2 years later when God kicked me in
the head and said wake up your jobs not done.. A few months before
he kicked me we had a Beautiful Family move in next door to us with
2 beautiful children and expecting a third.. The Children always
wanting to help in my garden while Dad was at work, The Mom
always said Hi as she left to shop or took out the trash, The Dad
well he was one of those who was always offering help when he
thought I needed it.. And I in my blindness did not see what was
happening around me.. Behind the closed doors Mom was Drinking..
The husband hid the fact, the children never spoke of it, and I never
smelled it the times we were in the yard together...
Then we had a brand new baby girl, she was a bauty, perfect in
everyway.. Two weeks later a frantic Child was at my door she could
not wake up her Mom and her sister had changed colors.. and Dad
was at work.. God kicked me hard that day.. He took a innocent child
Home and the mother was so drunk she could not be woke up.. A
ambulance, cornanor, and police.. A Father told to come home two
children in tears with me..while the father was at the ospital.. 2 days
later she was arrested when she was released from the hospital..
Doctors saying the baby died from alchol posioning..
Two weeks and 5 days ago this sweet baby turned 18 , two weeks
ago and 5day ago 18 years ao she was laid to rest with only the
Father, the Mother in handcuffs and the children and my husband
and I standing in tears..
The story came out of their trials, their losses , their struggles and
through the Grace of God she was remanded to NARA, and
through the Grace of God the Family has been reunited as a Family
and with their Families
But I learned God protected me for a reason and it was not to retire,
but to reach out when needed, to never be blinded to what is
happening around you ..Never forget kindnesses paid to you and pay
Hopefully she knows She is Never Forgotten Hopefully she knows she is the reason
I will never retire but live each day as it comes doing what must be done not for
self but for others who someday may pay forward a kindness no matter how large or
small it may be..