Since I began my cancer battle on October 22, 2018, my life has been trapped in a chaotic circle of good and bad.
By far the worse of everything that has happened to me was becoming homeless.
33 and a half weeks in and out of the hospital last year did not help.
With great thanks to my Brother-in-arms, Gordie Jones, my Brother-from-another-mother, I was Blessed to obtain a room in the same house as him.
It is not too often you can find a clean, well maintained rooming house anywhere. I have thanks to Gordie.
God Bless him.
This house is QUIET. This house is CLEAN.
This house is now my home.
It will be my last home. For never shall I allow myself to fall victim to homelessness again.
What pleases me the most about the whole scenario is the mixture of souls we have living here in peace and respect for each others Faith and Cultures.
We have myself – a fifth generation Canadian born Irish Catholic. As is Gordie.
Then we have an Aboriginal woman – very much into her Culture. A very pleasent soul.
Three Muslims who are well educated and very grateful to be Canadians.
It is much like we have our own little micro-country. And I LOVE IT!
In this time of racial tensions and bigotry it is a pleasure to have such a place to lay my head.
Once you enter this dwelling all religion, all racism, all ignorance and all disrespect remain outside.
So, if the lot of us can co-exist even while in lock-down due to the Covid pandemic, why can’t the whole world follow suite?
Think about it.